The Return of the Phoenix ... Again?

A Rumor of Fire

The air was thick with smoke and whispers. In the dim back alley of Jakarta’s old market, shadows moved swiftly, exchanging glances and hushed words. A name passed between them, one thought to be buried with the ashes of the Nine Dragons: Huang Jin.

They called him The Phoenix for a reason. Rumors spoke of his uncanny ability to rise from apparent defeat, his schemes woven so intricately that even his death was a deception. Across Southeast Asia’s underground networks, whispers of his return spread like wildfire.

In a hidden room, Clarissa leaned over a table scattered with intel. Grainy photographs of secret meetings, cryptic symbols painted on walls, and transcripts of intercepted communications pointed to one undeniable truth: Huang Jin was alive.

“He was the tactician,” she murmured, tracing her finger over an old photo of the man. “The mastermind behind the Nine Dragons’ expansion. If he’s back… we’re in serious trouble.”