The night in Kyoto was calm, the city lights casting a soft glow against the dark sky. But inside the Jiang villa, the air was anything but tranquil. Feng Ruoxi sat in her private study, her expression focused as she stared at the multiple monitors that lined the desk. Beside her, Xiao Zheng sat cross-legged, his laptop open, fingers flying across the keyboard as lines of code danced across the screen.
"We're almost in," Xiao Zheng said, his voice low but charged with intensity. "Their firewall is tougher than Shanghai's office, but nothing I can't crack."
Ruoxi leaned forward, her sharp eyes fixed on the display. "Good. Once we breach their systems, prioritize the files tagged for 'Black Operations.' We need everything tied to their political dealings and assassinations."
Xiao Zheng nodded without looking away from the screen. "Don't worry. They won't see us coming."