LÉON MOREAUX

Ling Li’s breath hitched for the briefest moment, instincts kicking in before thought could even catch up. Fatty. An accident.

Without hesitation, she rose, her movements fluid yet filled with urgency. The warriors of Otako watched in silent reverence, but Ling Li spared no time for explanations.

She didn’t walk. She moved like a storm, her robes sweeping behind her as she strode out of the chamber, the tension in the air left hanging in her wake. Oda barely had time to register her departure before she was gone.

Her fingers flew over her phone screen, scanning the details.

Critical condition. Surgery. Unknown complications.

A cold determination gripped her chest — not fear, not doubt — just absolute resolve.

As soon as she reached the outer gates, her car was already waiting.

The moment the door slammed shut behind her, her voice was firm, commanding.

“Drive.”

And with that, she was gone, rushing toward the hospital, toward the unknown, toward Fatty’s fate.