The scent of leather and faintly burning incense filled Jiang Yukang's private study, a sanctuary of polished wood, towering bookshelves, and the soft hum of the city beyond the windows. The dim light from a brass lamp cast shadows over his face as he leaned back in his chair, a faint, proud smile playing on his lips. The large screen in front of him displayed a news channel, its headlines flashing sensational updates about the fallout from the cyber attack on the Organization's Japan office.
"Chaos spreads," the anchor announced, her voice crisp and authoritative. "New documents reveal links between the Organization and high-ranking Japanese officials. Several resignations have already been tendered as the fallout grows."
Yukang's smile deepened as he reached for a crystal glass of whiskey on the desk. He swirled the amber liquid absently, his sharp eyes glinting with satisfaction.