Shadows of the Triangle

The moonlight cast long shadows over the lush, mountainous terrain of the Golden Triangle. From her vantage point in a secluded mansion, Shen Ai surveyed the dense jungle, her expression unreadable. Inside, the air was thick with tension as her operatives presented reports of the Syndicate’s latest shipment.

Shen Ai’s voice was cold and precise. “Double the guards at the shipment point. No mistakes. This operation funds the next stage of Huang Jin’s vision.”

One of her lieutenants hesitated before speaking. “There are rumors, Madame Shen, that the coalition is tracking our movements.”

Shen Ai smiled faintly, a calculated curve of her lips. “Let them. They’ll come exactly where we want them. Plant the false leads. I want whispers of betrayal within their ranks. Let them eat themselves alive.”

The operative nodded, retreating quickly. Alone, Shen Ai leaned back, her fingers tracing the edges of a small lotus pendant.

“Your move, coalition,” she murmured.