Mei Ling sat at her father’s ancestral shrine, the incense smoke curling into the air, mixing with the distant noise of the bustling city. She had never truly cared for tradition, but she knew the power of symbols. Her family, once simple merchants, had taught her that those who mastered perception mastered the world. Mei was more than a merchant—she was a predator.
The room felt like a relic of an old world, filled with artifacts of a simpler, more honorable time, but Mei Ling’s ambitions were far grander.
Her rise within the Nine Dragons began not with violence, but with knowledge. Her education in biochemistry at Stanford was her ticket into the underworld—knowledge was a weapon, sharper than any blade. And the key to unlocking her dominance over the syndicate had come from an unexpected source.