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

"Let's buy some ham, take it with us." Lu Feng walked calmly to the shelf, picked up a bag of sliced ​​ham, and grabbed a few bottles of wine, placing them on the checkout counter.

Watching this scene, Huang Feipeng felt a sense of unease. He clearly sensed that something was amiss in the atmosphere around him, and he felt like he had been dragged into an extremely dangerous game, yet Lu Feng remained calm, even selecting food with a relaxed attitude. That calm demeanor made Huang Feipeng even more uneasy. He didn't understand why he was asked to bring these things, or rather, whether these small items of food and wine, in some way, represented an arrangement that was impossible to resist.

"These?" Huang Feipeng forced a smile, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt, but he didn't ask any more questions.

"Yeah, take it with you, it might come in handy." Lu Feng said this very naturally, as if he didn't think the food had anything to do with what he was about to face.

Huang Feipeng lowered his eyes, muttered a low "Okay," and then reached for the bag of ham. As his fingers touched it, the cold feel of the packaging made him uneasy again, and a strong thought surged in his mind—was he falling into some kind of seemingly calm but actually dangerous scam?

However, reason told him that the only thing he could do right now was to follow Lu Feng. Even though these actions were fraught with uncertainty, he had no other choice but to rely on him.

The cashier quickly processed the payment, and Huang Feipeng took the ham and wine. He and Lu Feng walked out of the store. They didn't get into the car immediately, but instead walked along a side road, turned a few corners, and entered a secluded underground parking lot. This place was even more hidden than the previous parking lot, with almost no people around, and even the light was dim and dim.

"We've arrived." Lu Feng stopped and turned to look at Huang Feipeng, his eyes flashing with an indescribable light.

Huang Feipeng didn't speak immediately. Instead, he lowered his head slightly, looking at the bag of ham in his hand. Its presence seemed to remind him that behind all these seemingly ordinary little things lay unpredictable waves. He felt himself being led into an unknown abyss, and at this moment, all choices seemed to have lost the possibility of turning back.

"Lu Feng, where exactly are you taking me?" He finally couldn't help but ask again, his voice low and filled with tension.

"You'll know when we get to a place." Lu Feng said no more and led Huang Feipeng into what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.

The warehouse interior was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, with rows of empty shelves and scattered wooden crates creating a desolate atmosphere. Huang Feipeng looked around, his mind replaying every clue and conversation he had encountered. It seemed as if something was guiding him here. And this feeling of being guided was precisely what he least wanted to face.

"Where is this?" he asked softly, his heart filled with doubt.

“A temporary safe haven.” Lu Feng’s tone remained unchanged, so calm it was almost frightening. “You’ll meet some people soon.”

Huang Feipeng stood in the warehouse, surrounded by silence. The air was thick with the smell of dust. Only he and Lu Feng stood in this empty space, seemingly separated by an invisible distance. Huang Feipeng's mood did not ease with the silence; instead, it grew increasingly tense. His gaze wandered involuntarily, lingering on the scattered wooden crates and empty shelves. His heart felt empty, yet filled with an echoing anxiety.

Lu Feng remained silent, standing quietly to the side as if waiting for something. Huang Feipeng's gaze involuntarily swept over him. Lu Feng's expression was calm and silent, but within that silence, there seemed to be an inexplicable intimidating power, making it impossible to treat him easily. Huang Feipeng suddenly had an idea. He wanted to break this awkward silence, to do something to free himself from this silent oppression.

He realized he was being a little impatient, yet a strong impulse inexplicably welled up inside him. He looked down at the ham he hadn't put down yet, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind—bread.

He had never been a skilled cook; in fact, one could say he had almost never done anything related to food. In the past, Huang Feipeng had spent most of his time buried in work, dealing with various cases and legal provisions that required reason and logic. He always let others handle the trivial matters of life. But at this moment, a strong impulse surged like a flood, as if fingers were constantly tapping on his heart: to make bread, to make bread, to do something simple, to do something that would make him feel at peace.

He didn't even understand why he had this idea, but the sudden desire made him almost hesitate.

"Can I make some bread?" Huang Feipeng asked softly, his voice carrying a hint of surprise and uncertainty, as if he himself was unaware of the eccentricity in his words.

Lu Feng remained expressionless, his eyes deep, as if he could see through all of Huang Feipeng's thoughts. He raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised, but quickly regained his composure and said softly, "If you're willing, that's fine too."

Huang Feipeng felt the tension in his chest ease slightly. He quickly scanned his surroundings. Although the environment was desolate, a new expectation appeared in his eyes. No matter what conspiracy was hidden behind this place, he just wanted to do something simple now, even if it was just a piece of ordinary bread.

"Wait for me." He quickly turned and walked to the corner of the warehouse, where there was a small counter piled with some odds and ends. Huang Feipeng glanced at the items casually, and suddenly his gaze fell on an old box. He opened the box, and inside were several unopened packets of flour, some sugar, and yeast, all neatly arranged.

"Is this enough?" He picked up a bag of flour, turned to look at Lu Feng, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face, as if he were doing something very simple and ordinary, as if the outside world had nothing to do with him.

"That's enough." Lu Feng's reply was still brief, but his gaze was no longer so cold; he seemed somewhat moved by Huang Feipeng's actions.

Huang Feipeng took a deep breath and began to get busy. Although he hadn't made bread many times, these simple actions gave him a sense of comfort. Flour flew through the air in his hands as he looked down at them, feeling a long-lost tranquility. Each movement of kneading water and flour together seemed to carry his thoughts away from his current predicament, allowing him to temporarily forget the outside world and the shadow that held him captive.