Beneath the Phoenix’s Wings

A lavish banquet hall in a foreign embassy, filled with dignitaries and Syndicate-aligned politicians. Yun Feng, impeccably dressed, moves through the crowd with calculated charm.

"Minister, it’s always a pleasure. Your support for the Dragon Line project will bring unparalleled prosperity to your region."

The minister nods cautiously, aware of Yun Feng’s reputation but tempted by his promises. "We’ll discuss the details. But I hope your assurances are as solid as you claim."

As the conversation continues, Bintang watches from the shadows, his expression dark. He’s recording the exchange with a hidden device.

Bintang internal monologue. "He’s weaving a web of lies, and they’re all falling for it."

A dimly lit safehouse where the coalition gathers around a cluttered table covered in maps, dossiers, and surveillance photos.