The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

Huang Feipeng took the meat skewer, raised his eyebrows, and revealed a proud smile: "I used to go to the barbecue stall after playing basketball. Later, I got to know the owner and would occasionally help turn the skewers. That's how I learned."

Xiao Shan smiled, her eyes filled with tenderness. Watching him busy himself, a sense of peace welled up within her. This life seemed a far cry from the turbulent days of the past, carrying a tranquil happiness. She thought to herself, perhaps this was the beginning of their ordinary and stable life.

However, Huang Feipeng remained wary. He knew that everything he did wasn't just for a stable life, but also to mislead those secretly watching him. If they really wanted to investigate him, seeing him busy on the street, they might think he was just a law-abiding small business owner and lose all interest in him.

On the opening day of the barbecue restaurant, he specially hung a big red banner at the entrance of the store, with the words "Huang's Barbecue, Grand Opening" written in handwriting on the signboard. As night fell, the barbecue restaurant was already crowded with customers, and the aroma of barbecue wafted everywhere. People sat around the simple tables, and laughter filled the air.

Huang Feipeng was constantly busy, skillfully placing the skewered meat on the stove while brushing on the sauce and exchanging pleasantries with customers from time to time, his expression natural and easygoing. This performance not only successfully attracted the customers' favor but also created the image of an ordinary, down-to-earth businessman for him.

"Boss, ten skewers of lamb, and a few bottles of beer!" a customer shouted, his voice slightly drunk.

Huang Feipeng looked up, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, coming right away!" He skillfully placed the lamb skewers on the fire, the charcoal sizzling and steaming, filling the air with a fragrant aroma. He wielded the brush in his hand with practiced ease, looking no different from any other small business owner.

On such a busy night, he remained constantly vigilant, observing every customer who entered the store. He knew that if someone truly wanted to continue monitoring him, they might blend into the crowd as a customer. Therefore, he always carefully scrutinized each face, trying to find anything unusual.

Busy until midnight, the customers gradually left, leaving only dishes and grease stains on the floor of the barbecue restaurant. Xiao Shan considerately helped clean up the shop, while Huang Feipeng wiped down the grill, feeling a sense of relief. He knew that today's opening had bought him valuable cover; his disguise was very successful, and at least for now, everything seemed to be going as planned.

"Feipeng, are you really planning to run this business long-term?" Xiaoshan looked at him, her eyes sparkling with tenderness.

Huang Feipeng paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, put down the cloth in his hand, sat down beside her, and said with a hint of self-deprecation, "Isn't this great? Opening a shop, making money, and living a stable life—isn't this what we've always wanted?"

Xiao Shan nodded slightly and said softly, "Yes, but... but I always feel like there's something you haven't said, and I always feel like you don't completely belong here."

Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat; he knew Xiaoshan's keenness and attentiveness. Faced with her concern and doubts, he couldn't truly open up, and could only smile faintly, "Perhaps I haven't fully adapted yet. But don't worry, once this shop opens, I will do my best to manage it well and give us a stable future."

Xiao Shan stared into his eyes, seemingly trying to see through his true thoughts. However, Huang Feipeng quickly concealed his inner turmoil, revealing a gentle smile, as if everything had already subsided.

In the days that followed, Huang Feipeng devoted himself entirely to running the barbecue restaurant, gradually accumulating a group of loyal customers. Every evening, his voice would ring out as he called out to customers, and the tables and chairs in front of the restaurant would be filled with a bustling crowd of diners. In this hustle and bustle, he seemed to have truly become a small-time business owner, and even the lingering sense of tension was gradually covered up by the smoky aroma from the barbecue grill.

However, in the quiet of the night, he would still ponder repeatedly, always remaining vigilant. He knew that all of this was just a facade, and the danger might never have truly left. Every time he finished tallying the day's revenue, closed the shop door, and stood alone in the darkness, he would always feel that faint sense of oppression lurking in the shadows, waiting for some opportunity to strike again.

He silently gazed at the empty street, a sense of helplessness creeping into his heart. Despite his desperate attempts to live an ordinary life, the shadow of the past lingered. He didn't know how long this pretense could last, nor whether he could truly find his home in this tranquility.

One late night, as he was cleaning and tidying up the shop, he suddenly heard light footsteps outside the door. He immediately became alert, turned off the light in his hand, hid himself in a corner of the shop, and observed the movement outside the door through the window.

A strange figure slowly approached, stopping at the shop entrance as if scrutinizing something. Huang Feipeng held his breath, trying to make out the person's face. The person was dressed in all black, their face obscured by a low-brimmed hat, appearing mysterious and dangerous. Huang Feipeng's heart tightened; he immediately realized this was no ordinary customer.

After standing there for a moment, the man in black raised his hand and pressed it against the glass of the shop door, trying to peer inside. Huang Feipeng gripped the cloth in his hand tightly, waiting silently, his heart pounding. He knew that if the other party noticed him in the shadows, the following night would likely see a silent confrontation.

Huang Feipeng's anger was like a silent yet blazing fire, burning fiercely in his chest, making it almost impossible for him to calm down. He watched as the man in black gradually disappeared into the night, his mysterious demeanor and defiant composure seemingly telling him in silence: You can't escape, we are still watching you.

Huang Feipeng's clenched fist trembled slightly, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. Anger and resentment churned within him. He had already lowered his profile, blended into the neighborhood, and lived a quiet, unassuming life, running a small, inconspicuous shop. Yet, they remained relentless. Would they never let him go? He felt a cornered rage that nearly drove him to madness.

Just then, Huang Feipeng felt he could no longer bear it. He quietly pulled an old kitchen knife from the back kitchen, gripped the handle tightly, took a deep breath, and walked towards the door. He knew this might be an impulsive decision, but the anger inside him could no longer be suppressed. He silently thought: Perhaps I should let them know that I am not a weakling to be manipulated. He stood at the door, gazing into the darkness, waiting for that slight movement to reappear.