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

Time ticked by, the entire neighborhood so quiet the only sound the wind. The streetlights cast deep shadows at his feet. His anger subsided somewhat, reason began to return, but the rage wasn't completely extinguished. He knew he couldn't act rashly, but he could no longer tolerate this endless surveillance and harassment. He stood at the doorway, knife in hand, his thoughts in turmoil.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket. The unexpected sound startled Huang Feipeng, and he snapped out of his reverie. He slowly pulled out his phone and saw that it was Xiao Shan calling. He answered the phone and said softly, "Hello, Shan Shan?"

"Feipeng, are you still in the shop? It's so late, hurry home, I'm waiting for you." Xiaoshan's voice was gentle, with a hint of concern.

"Um... okay, I'll be right back." He took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound completely calm. The anger in his heart was suppressed at this moment, as if Xiaoshan's words were some kind of calming agent, slightly soothing his rage. He knew that if this anger were noticed at home, Xiaoshan might worry about it. He didn't want to bring his emotions home, nor did he want to involve these undercurrents in her life.

After hanging up the phone, Huang Feipeng finally put down the kitchen knife. He took a deep breath, leaned against the door, closed his eyes, and slowly suppressed his emotions. He knew he had to stay calm and clear-headed, and not act rashly because of momentary anger; otherwise, his entire facade would be exposed.

On his way home, he remained silent. The streets were empty and dark, and his footsteps sounded particularly clear in the stillness. His thoughts, however, lingered on the shadowy figure that had vanished earlier. Who was that man in black? Why had he found him? What was their purpose? What was the point of all this surveillance?

Huang Feipeng lowered his head in thought, his inner doubts gradually replaced by another emotion. He suddenly realized that he had to take the initiative. Prolonged avoidance and forbearance would not only fail to solve the problem, but would also put him at a greater disadvantage. He could no longer continue to be a powerless fugitive; he had to find the other side's weaknesses and understand their trump cards, otherwise he would never escape this life of constant anxiety.

With mixed feelings, Huang Feipeng returned home. Xiao Shan was already waiting for him on the sofa. Seeing him return, she smiled and asked, "How was business at the barbecue restaurant today?"

Huang Feipeng forced a relaxed smile and nodded. "It's great. Our customers really like our food. Business has been getting better and better since we opened."

Xiao Shan looked relieved, walked over and poured him a glass of water, saying, "That's good, but you should also take care to rest and not overwork yourself."

Huang Feipeng took the water glass and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." He brought the glass to his lips, but found his hand trembling slightly. He simply drank the water in one gulp to cover up his unease. He knew that Xiaoshan's meticulous care for him always calmed him down a little, but today was different; anger still lurked in his heart.

It was late at night, and Xiao Shan had gone to sleep, but Huang Feipeng couldn't fall asleep. The sound of that man's footsteps still echoed in his mind, and the figure of the man in black kept appearing in his thoughts. He quietly got up, went to the balcony, and stared blankly at the night sky, as if the noise of the customers during the day still lingered in his ears.

This information was obtained by Huang Feipeng through an intelligence network. He paid a considerable price, even infiltrating a black market trading network as a double agent. The path was incredibly dangerous, but he understood his duty and was not afraid of any risks. He tilted his head slightly, looking towards a secluded club across the street, brightly lit, with two burly security guards standing at the entrance, their sharp eyes scanning everyone who approached.

Huang Feipeng strode calmly across the street. He possessed an almost obsessive precision in his control of time, never dawdling nor making his presence too conspicuous. He approached the club, took out a cigarette, lit it, and casually leaned against the entrance, his gaze sweeping around nonchalantly. His hearing and vision were exceptionally sharp; despite his seemingly casual demeanor, he was silently absorbing every detail.

Time passed slowly, with people constantly coming and going from the club entrance. Fashionably dressed men and women, immersed in the music and lights, paid no heed to those around them, and none noticed the cold, aloof man lurking in the corner near the entrance. Just then, a man in a black trench coat slowly walked out of the club, accompanied by two bodyguards in suits. Huang Feipeng immediately realized this was tonight's target, the cunning criminal he had been tracking for a long time.

The man's steps were steady, exuding a cold, hard aura, clearly indicating he had faced death many times before. Huang Feipeng secretly observed his every move, noticing he carried no weapon, but he knew all too well that such a person could be deadly without even revealing a weapon. He silently followed behind them, maintaining a perfectly imperceptible distance, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

The other car was parked not far from the street, a black sedan that stood out inconspicuously against the city lights. Huang Feipeng lowered his body, using a truck parked on the side of the street as cover, and watched the car. The window rolled down, and the driver inside nodded to the man in the trench coat, then lit a cigar.

Huang Feipeng quickly calculated in his mind that the people in the car might also be part of this deal, and he couldn't act rashly. These complex criminal networks were often heavily guarded; the slightest mistake could expose them and alert the perpetrators. The other party was clearly experienced; even the accompanying driver seemed unusually vigilant. Huang Feipeng remained calm, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

The man in the trench coat exchanged a few words with his men before getting into the car. Huang Feipeng's eyes darkened, and he quickly approached the edge of the alley, following lightly. The car slowly drove away, and he maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far, constantly watching the movements of the rear of the car. This kind of tracking required a great deal of patience, something he was already used to, and even felt a kind of tense thrill.

Time ticked by, and the car entered a sparsely populated industrial area. The buildings were dilapidated, surrounded by abandoned factories and warehouses. Huang Feipeng knew that danger was about to begin. He held his breath, stepping on the gravel, and silently approached the warehouse where his target was located. The place was completely dark, and it was almost impossible to see the way ahead.