At the Nine Dragons’ headquarters, the air was thick with tension, and the low hum of machinery filled the dimly lit room. Liang Ren leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, while Qing Zhao and Yun Feng flanked him, their expressions serious. Mei Ling sat at the table, her fingers tapping rhythmically on her laptop, the glow of the screen illuminating her focused face as she analyzed data on Bintang and Sebastian’s movements.
“Yun Feng, this is a critical moment,” Mei Ling said, glancing up, her brow furrowed. “If they expose us, our entire operation could be at risk.”
Yun Feng nodded. His jaw set with determination. “That’s why we need to act swiftly. Bintang and Sebastian think they’re clever, but they’ve underestimated us. We can’t let them get away with this.”
“Let’s not underestimate them, either,” Chen Lu interjected, adjusting his glasses with a thoughtful frown. “Bintang has connections. He’s smarter than he appears.”