In the heart of the fortress, Lian Zhu and Feng Bao surveyed the digital feeds, watching the movements of Bintang’s team unfold in real time. Despite their best efforts to stay ahead of the game, there was a growing sense of unease in the air. They knew that Bintang was coming, but they had something up their sleeves.
“Their plan is predictable,” Lian Zhu said, her fingers dancing across the holographic screens. “They’ll hit us from the outside, trying to breach our comms and servers. But we’ve anticipated this.”
Feng Bao’s grin widened, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “I’ve always enjoyed a good challenge. Let them come.”
Lian Zhu turned to face him, her expression cold and calculating. “We’ve taken steps. The Phoenix Protocol is in motion. If they think they can destroy everything we’ve worked for, they are gravely mistaken. We’ll give them the illusion of victory.”
Feng Bao nodded. “Then it’s time to let them feel the storm.”
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