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

He stood in the night wind, lit a cigarette, and the smoke slowly drifted away under the dim streetlights. He took a silent drag, countless questions and resentments surfacing in his mind. "What if they try to test me again? What should I do?" His thoughts were in turmoil, these questions swirling in his mind.

"Are they testing me, or have they already discovered my identity?" he pondered, every word and expression replaying in his mind. He knew his disguise was probably nothing to seasoned veterans, so he had to be more vigilant than ever before. He didn't know if the next group would be even more difficult to deal with, or if they would simply drop the pretense and confront him directly. This uncertainty made him restless and anxious, his emotions swelling like an uncontrollable volcano.

Just then, a faint voice rang in his ears, interrupting his thoughts. "Brother Huang?" Huang Feipeng turned his head and saw a young man in a worn-out jacket standing next to him. The man looked somewhat timid, and seemed to be an unemployed youth from the neighborhood.

Huang Feipeng glanced at him and replied coldly, "What is it?"

The man cautiously began, "Brother Huang, um... I just ate some skewers at your shop, and I'd like to order a few more to take away. I hope that won't bother you?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Feipeng felt a surge of impatience. He was already annoyed, and now he had to deal with such a trivial matter. He took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and forced a smile: "Just wait. The shop just locked up. It'll be a bit of a hassle." His tone was cold, tinged with displeasure.

The young man nodded repeatedly, smiling ingratiatingly, "I'm sorry, Brother Huang, I didn't mean to bother you." His tone was humble, almost obsequious, revealing that his long-term life at the bottom of society had honed his ability to read people. Huang Feipeng softened for a moment, nodded slightly, opened the shop door, and went inside. The man followed behind him, watching Huang Feipeng's busy figure at the charcoal stove, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Huang Feipeng lowered his head to flip the meat skewers, but his mind was still wandering. The man casually asked, "Brother Huang, I always feel that your temperament is different from other barbecue shop owners. You seem more composed."

Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained impassive. He hadn't expected that a casual customer would notice something different about him. He lowered his head and smiled casually, "What's the difference? We're all in business. But I have other jobs before." His tone was nonchalant, as if it were nothing, but alarm bells were ringing in his mind.

The man nodded, his eyes scrutinizing him with a hint of inquiry: "Brother Huang, you must have seen the world, right?"

Huang Feipeng sneered inwardly. These words seemed more like a test, but he acted as if he didn't care and replied calmly, "Who hasn't? At my age, what haven't I seen?" He casually flipped the meat skewers, concealing these verbal probing remarks under his everyday actions.

"Brother Huang, are there any strange people among the customers on this street?" The man's voice was deliberately soft, carrying a hint of probing. Huang Feipeng felt a sudden surge of wariness. He flipped the meat skewers in his hand and asked in a slightly mocking tone, "Young man, are you looking for someone?"

The man seemed taken aback by Huang Feipeng's question, paused for a moment, then waved his hand hastily and laughed awkwardly, "Ah, no, no, I was just asking out of curiosity." He lowered his head and remained silent, as if some secret had been exposed, and an unnatural smile appeared on his face.

Huang Feipeng stared coldly at him, secretly on guard. He was already familiar with the expressions and micro-expressions people used to conceal the truth, and the man's panic clearly betrayed his true intentions. He guessed that this man might have other motives, perhaps being bribed by someone to gather information, but he didn't point it out, simply continuing to calmly process the skewers in his hands.

After a moment of silence, Huang Feipeng handed the grilled meat skewers to the man and said calmly, "Alright, eat slowly, and don't ask too many questions you shouldn't." His words carried a hint of warning, and he gave the man a cold glance. The man took the skewers, thanked him profusely, and quickly left the shop with his head down.

"Is he awake?" Huang Feipeng suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice, which sounded somewhat young and carried a hint of urgency.

"Not yet," another voice replied, sounding slightly impatient. "Let's search the surrounding area first, make sure no one gets away."

"Hurry up." The young man's voice was somewhat anxious. "Something's not right about that spot up there. I think he might be nearby."

“Are you too nervous? Relax and search this area first.” Another member, whose tone was more composed, spoke up, clearly trying to reassure the young man.

Hearing this, Huang Feipeng couldn't help but sneer inwardly. The enemy was clearly hesitant; their progress was slower than expected. Huang Feipeng knew this was an opportunity; the enemy's current lapse in concentration was his chance to counterattack.

Reinforcements had arrived, and the enemy's movements had clearly slowed down. Huang Feipeng could clearly sense that he was not fighting alone. This feeling brought him a silent sense of relief. It was a sense of security he had never felt before, like a ray of light shining into a dark tunnel.

"Now, while they're off guard, I need to make my move," a thought flashed through Huang Feipeng's mind. At this moment, his camouflage seemed to have reached its peak; he could hear the enemy's slightly relaxed footsteps. He knew that although reinforcements had arrived, the enemy wasn't far away. If he didn't act now, the next opportunity might slip away.

Just as he was pondering, Huang Feipeng suddenly opened his eyes. He quickly rolled over, jumped up with all his might, and ran steadily and swiftly towards the corner of the factory wall.

"He's awake!" The enemy's voice immediately became tense, and their footsteps quickened. Huang Feipeng didn't turn around or hesitate for a moment. His heart pounded even harder, and he could almost hear his own breathing echoing on the empty rooftop.

"Quick, he's escaped!" The enemy began issuing orders, and the surrounding commotion suddenly became tense and chaotic. Huang Feipeng knew that he had been exposed to the enemy's sight, but at this moment, he felt no fear, but rather an unprecedented calmness.

And all of this changed because of that day.

That morning, he walked into his office as usual, ready to deal with the mountain of case files. Several contracts awaiting signature and a few court documents lay on his desk. He was used to this life—quiet, uneventful, and the same as always. But for some reason, the air felt different today; a sense of oppression seemed to hang in the air. Huang Feipeng gently shook his head, trying to shake off this unnecessary suspicion and tension.