Feng Bao’s Frustration

Hanoi’s humid air clung to the walls of an underground bunker, far removed from the bustling streets above. In this secretive, dimly lit space, Feng Bao paced in agitation, his thoughts swirling like a storm ready to break. His face, usually composed, was etched with frustration as he faced a small group of his most trusted allies within the Syndicate.

“The situation is getting worse,” Feng Bao muttered, his voice low but laced with venom. He turned sharply to face a middle-aged man, his voice rising in anger. “Huang Jin, that ambitious fool, has managed to crawl her way to the top. She's taking control of everything—rallying factions, manipulating people... and no one is doing anything about it!”

The group nodded, sensing the heat rising in Feng Bao’s demeanor. His fingers gripped the edges of a table as he leaned forward, eyes blazing with resentment.