While out picking up trash, I was forcefully pushed around by a beautiful female CEO.

On the way back to move her things, Meng Qingyao was in a state of extreme excitement.

I spent the whole way browsing online stores on my phone, buying a batch of everything I could think of, and then changed the delivery address to No. 9, Qingwu Mountain Residence.

"Oh dear, there's too little time. That's all I can think of!"

Meng Qingyao rubbed her forehead, still somewhat unsatisfied, and said.

"That's fine, we can add these things gradually."

Lin Feng was both amused and exasperated. It seemed that all women had an ingrained obsession and inexhaustible passion for decorating their homes.

"That's all we can do."

Meng Qingyao sighed in distress.

Back in their old duplex, the two tidied up and loaded their things into the car. It was already 7 p.m.

As Lin Feng went downstairs to load things into the car, he subtly glanced around, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

Sure enough, just as he had expected, while he was loading things into the car, several people with cigarettes in their mouths and wearing baseball caps were glancing at him and Meng Qingyao from near the fitness equipment in the community.

Lin Feng scoffed at these people.

They were so disguised, as if they were afraid others wouldn't know they had ulterior motives. What really caught Lin Feng's attention was a figure carrying a bag of vegetables and wearing an ordinary gray shirt.

The man was thin and had gray hair. He looked to be in his fifties, and with the bag of vegetables he was carrying, he looked exactly like an old man buying groceries in the neighborhood.

As he and Meng Qingyao came down, the old man who had been watching the aunties dancing in the square casually walked over.

Lin Feng pretended not to see anything and continued putting things into the trunk.

"Hey young man, are you getting ready to move?"

The old man slowly walked over carrying a bag of vegetables. When he passed Lin Feng and Meng Qingyao, he paused slightly with his hands behind his back and looked at Lin Feng and Meng Qingyao with curiosity.

"Yes, we're getting ready to move. We just bought a house, and this place is too small; it's not comfortable living here!"

Lin Feng said with a smile, while taking out a cigarette and handing it to the old man.

"Goodness, moving is a big deal! Where did you end up buying this house?"

The old man reached out and took the cigarette, asking in surprise.

Lin Feng lowered his eyes slightly, lit the old man's cigarette with a lighter, and as he looked away, he casually glanced at the old man's wrist, and said with a smile, "There's a residential complex called Qingwu Mountain Residence in the Binhai District. It's a bit far, but it's spacious and quiet!"

"Great place! Great place!"

Upon hearing this, the old man praised him twice, then hunched over and slowly turned to leave.

After the old man left, Lin Feng and Meng Qingyao got into the car.

"Sigh, although this place is a bit small, the people who live here are really nice. Even if we don't know each other, we're all very friendly."

Meng Qingyao glanced at the old man's departing figure and said.

"Hehe, it's alright, you might even see this old man again tonight!"

Lin Feng chuckled softly, his words carrying a profound meaning.

"Huh? Lin Feng, why do you say that?"

Meng Qingyao hadn't reacted yet.

"Ha, I was just kidding! Let's go, to the new house!"

Lin Feng chuckled, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. This old man who was buying groceries in the community had calluses on his hands that were comparable to those of veterans who had been wielding guns and knives on the battlefield for years.

Moreover, he's only been here for a few days?

If they were residents living here, they would subconsciously greet Meng Qingyao, who has lived here longer, even if they were to say hello.

Without saying anything more, Lin Feng drove towards Qingwu Mountain Residence.

About forty minutes later, the two arrived at the Qingwu Mountain Villa area and parked the car directly in front of Villa No. 9.

As soon as she got out of the car, Meng Qingyao cheered, opened the door and walked into the yard, then went around familiarizing herself with her new house.

Lin Feng unloaded the items from the car in an orderly manner. The villa had two floors, and Lin Feng and Meng Qingyao naturally chose to stay in the master bedroom upstairs.

After putting the items inside, Lin Feng's gaze finally fell on the rectangular alloy box that Qin Xiao had brought with the two members of the Armed Forces Management Bureau's action team.

Meng Qingyao had finished her shopping by this time and came to the room, her eyes also curiously examining the two rectangular alloy boxes.

"Lin Feng, what exactly is in here?"

Meng Qingyao's curiosity was completely piqued, and she couldn't help but lean over and ask.

"You really want to see it?"

Lin Feng looked at Meng Qingyao and said.

"Of course! It's been all so mysterious all afternoon, tell me, do I want to see it or not!"

Meng Qingyao looked annoyed and said to Lin Feng.

"Hehe, then I'll open it and let you see!"

Lin Feng smiled and slowly opened one of the shorter boxes. The moment the box was opened, Meng Qingyao's expression changed.

Inside the box were six knives of various sizes.

Lin Feng casually took one out of the scabbard and pulled it out of the leather sheath. The blade, gleaming with a cold, white light, immediately appeared before his eyes.

"FS Commando Dagger, a classic military double-edged combat knife! Good quality, Xiaozi really understands me!"

Lin Feng held it in his hand, and the moment he touched it, a sense of familiarity ingrained in his bones washed over him, causing him to momentarily lose his composure.

When gripping a fighting knife, press your thumb and forefinger firmly against the base of the dagger guard. Repeatedly applying this pressure will cause calluses to form on your thumb and forefinger.

Whether they are assassins or people who frequently engage in life-or-death battles, they cannot avoid this characteristic.

Because Lin Feng had been wasting two years in Minghai City, the calluses on his hands had already faded considerably.

Lin Feng tucked the double-edged dagger into his lower back, then took out a knife five centimeters shorter from it and pulled it out. His gaze was complex, and his hand slowly brushed over the blade, as if touching an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. He murmured softly, "A half-edged modern tactical fixed blade, an old friend, it's been a long time..."

Then, Lin Feng took out the remaining few one by one.

Two of them were the longest, nearly forty centimeters in length. Lin Feng drew them out, and in an instant, the triangular blades gleamed with a cold light. Three through grooves ran down the middle; although they couldn't be used for slashing, only for thrusting, these blades possessed extremely strong penetrating power. A single stab would leave a triangular hole, causing serious injury.

The edges of the gun barrel cannot be aligned, making it extremely difficult to stop the bleeding. In addition, the grip has a locking mechanism that can be attached to the muzzle.

Lin Feng put the military daggers inside, closed the box, and then, under Meng Qingyao's watchful eye, opened another, longer alloy box.

The moment the box was opened, Meng Qingyao gasped and instinctively covered her mouth. Although the box contained various parts, it was still clear that it was a disassembled sniper rifle...