The Deadliest Card

Feng Bao slides a folder across the table.

"And there’s more."

A single name is printed on the top page:

Bintang.

Feng Bao smiles darkly. "We’ve found his greatest weakness."

Silence falls over the room.

Huang Jin picks up the folder, flipping through its contents. Then, he laughs.

"It seems our little rebel isn’t as invincible as he thinks."

On the outskirts of Jakarta, hidden beneath layers of security. The air smells of burnt electronics and sweat. Outside, the distant hum of helicopters echoes in the night—Interpol is actively hunting them.

The team barely made it out of Lian Zhu’s fortress.

Felix slams a bloodied fist against the metal table. Kiran frantically processes the leaked documents, her fingers flying over a battered laptop. Bintang paces, fists clenched.

Rhea panting, voice tight. "We lost people. I counted three… maybe more."

Eka exhales sharply, rubbing his temples.