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

"Don't think too much." Huang Feipeng gently tugged at her hand, his voice low but comforting. "This is only temporary, everything will be alright." His words carried a stubborn belief, as if he still held onto hope for the future. He knew he had to get his wife out of there safely, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain. The fear in his heart gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of responsibility that propelled him forward, supporting him step by step.

The surrounding buildings appeared cold and unfamiliar in the darkness. Huang Feipeng knew that this escape would not be smooth sailing. He could feel certain hidden gazes watching them from the shadows, as if an invisible hand was slowly tightening its net. Every step felt like walking on the edge of a cliff, and the slightest misstep would send him tumbling into the abyss.

Reaching the end of a narrow alley, Huang Feipeng suddenly stopped, his brow furrowing slightly. Ahead lay a fork in the road; the darkness obscured the view, and the surrounding silence was suffocating, as if countless dangers lurked beneath the surface. His heart raced, his grip on the gun tightened, and he warily scanned his surroundings. He knew he couldn't afford to be careless; the slightest lapse in concentration could have fatal consequences.

His wife clung close to him, sensing his tension and unease; her fingers trembled slightly. Although she didn't understand the complexities of fleeing, she could sense that Huang Feipeng was under far more pressure than usual, as if he were carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. She couldn't help but whisper, "Will we get out of here safely?"

Huang Feipeng smiled slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here." His voice was deep and firm, as if a declaration to himself. The fear and unease in his heart gradually subsided. He knew that although the road ahead was treacherous, he could not back down. He had faced danger countless times before, but this time, he felt a greater responsibility. Fighting for himself was one thing, but to protect those around him, he knew he could not fail.

Suddenly, faint footsteps echoed from the depths of the alley. Huang Feipeng's face darkened, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes. He quickly scanned his surroundings, swiftly found a small corner, led his wife there, and carefully hid her there, using his body to shield her from view.

"Don't make a sound," Huang Feipeng whispered, his eyes scanning the depths of the alley warily. He gripped his gun tightly, like a cheetah poised to pounce. He knew his actions might have been exposed; the enemy's tracking speed far exceeded his expectations. He smiled coldly to himself, knowing this was a situation with no way out. He had no choice but to confront them head-on; there was no escape.

The footsteps grew closer, and Huang Feipeng's heartbeat gradually calmed, his hand gripping the gun remaining motionless. His eyes were calm and decisive, his thoughts racing as he searched for the best opportunity to strike. For him, the crisis was now unavoidable, but he still refused to give up. He wanted to protect his wife, no matter the cost.

A dark figure gradually approached, and Huang Feipeng calmly observed the other's every move. The man seemed to sense Huang Feipeng's presence, pausing slightly and looking around as if searching for some clue. His movements were swift and cautious, clearly those of a seasoned individual; his footsteps were silent and sent a chill down one's spine.

Huang Feipeng's heart tightened slightly, but his expression remained perfectly calm. He knew he absolutely could not reveal his location at this moment; he had to remain composed and wait for the best opportunity. The other party's alertness exceeded his expectations; they were clearly not ordinary trackers, but most likely a well-trained opponent.

Time seemed to stand still, an invisible tension filling the air. Huang Feipeng held his breath, his heartbeat slowing, as if he were becoming one with the darkness. In that instant, the shadowy figure seemed to notice something, abruptly looking up in Huang Feipeng's direction.

"Who's there?" the other person asked coldly, their voice carrying a dangerous undertone that seemed to pierce the darkness. Huang Feipeng's fingers twitched slightly, then he regained his composure and slowly exhaled. He knew that any reaction at this moment could expose his intentions; only by continuing to feign compliance could he buy more time.

The shadowy figure approached slowly, its steps cautious and deliberate. Huang Feipeng's eyes narrowed slightly, his finger lightly resting on the trigger, ready for a fierce confrontation at any moment. He knew that this decision would determine the lives of him and his wife, and he could not afford the slightest mistake.

Just as the shadowy figure approached to within three meters, Huang Feipeng suddenly stood up, pointed his gun directly at the figure's forehead, and coldly shouted, "Don't move!"

The other party was taken aback, clearly startled by his sudden appearance, but quickly calmed down, slowly raised his hands, and looked at Huang Feipeng with a cold smile, as if he did not take Huang Feipeng seriously.

"You think you can escape like this?" the shadowy figure sneered, a hint of contempt in his eyes. "I advise you to lay down your weapon, otherwise—"

"Otherwise what?" Huang Feipeng coldly interrupted him, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I'm not afraid of threats. You'd better think carefully about what you're saying." His voice was deep and cold, carrying an undeniable authority. The other man was clearly intimidated by his aura, taking a slight step back, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Huang Feipeng returned home, took out his key, and gently turned the lock, his movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid to disturb the peace inside. He pushed the door open and entered, the familiar surroundings bringing a moment of relaxation. The tension of the past few days subsided slightly, and a faint sense of warmth seemed to fill the air. This was his and his wife's home, their shared living space. Everything here held a certain comfort for him, allowing him to temporarily set aside the fatigue and pressure of the day.

He gently put down his bag, took off his coat, and walked into the living room. Soft light spilled onto the sofa, illuminating the coffee table beside it. Some magazines were scattered on the table, clearly his wife's recent reading. Seeing the magazines, Huang Feipeng's lips curled into a slight smile, a gentle light appearing in his eyes. At this moment, all the anxieties in his heart seemed to settle down. He took a deep breath, as if savoring the feeling of home. No matter how busy or tired he was, returning home always brought him an indescribable tranquility.

But tonight, he wasn't back to rest; he was there to prepare something—he suddenly remembered a tennis game a friend had invited him to a few days ago. That friend was an old acquaintance who had invited him to play a game of tennis, saying he wanted to relax. Huang Feipeng had readily agreed, thinking it would be a good opportunity to relieve some recent stress. But he'd put it off, and now he regretted it. Tonight, he had to go no matter what.