Sebastian’s Move

A concealed operations room in Jakarta. The room was dimly lit, the glow of multiple screens casting eerie shadows across the steel walls. A rhythmic hum of cooling fans filled the air, broken only by the soft tapping of fingers against a mechanical keyboard.

Sebastian sat at the center of it all, his gaze fixed on cascading lines of code, intercepted transmissions, and encrypted messages pulled from the Nine Dragons’ internal network. He had spent months burrowing into their communications, careful to leave no trace. Tonight, his patience bore fruit.

He leaned forward, his sharp eyes narrowing as he read the latest transmissions. Mei Ling’s influence was expanding—too fast, too recklessly. She was playing the long game, but her arrogance made her vulnerable.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"You always were a little too eager, Mei Ling," he muttered to himself.