The Enforcer’s Blade

Yun Feng walked through the dimly lit alleyways of Bangkok, his boots echoing off the wet pavement. His cold, calculating eyes swept over the scene—dozens of men, bloodied and bruised, lay strewn across the ground, their lives extinguished with brutal efficiency. These were the remnants of a rival gang, crushed under the weight of his will. The city was his now.

His reputation as the Syndicate’s enforcer was legendary, built on a series of ruthless operations that had crippled his enemies without mercy. For Yun Feng, violence was not just a tool—it was an art form. Each move was deliberate, each strike measured. He didn’t simply kill; he broke people. He made them beg for death, and when it came, it was always swift. But the psychological warfare was what made him feared. He wasn’t just an enforcer; he was the embodiment of the Syndicate’s iron grip over Southeast Asia.