Chapter 64 – Silver Threads, Buried Steel

Beneath Longhai Docks, the map unfolded like a riddle. Lin Feng walked beside the old freight tunnel's rusted rails, his footsteps echoing over damp stone. The air smelled of salt and metal—old power, buried and bitter.

Su Qingyue followed a step behind, flashlight in hand. She'd remained quiet since Xu Shanyue's visit—watching Lin Feng, calculating something beneath her calm.

"You think she's really neutral?" she asked finally.

"No," Lin Feng said. "She just hasn't decided who deserves to lose more."

They reached a sealed hatch, half-buried beneath tarps and rotted crates. Lin Feng knelt, brushing away dust to reveal a faint engraving: 银一. Silver One.

Qingyue frowned. "So it's true. The Silver Circle used these tunnels decades ago. Pre-privatization logistics routes—black market arteries."

"Still active?" Lin Feng asked.

"Maybe," she said, voice low. "Or maybe they're preparing to reactivate them. Hidden infrastructure means hidden supply lines. And influence."

Lin Feng smiled faintly. "Then we cut the thread before it weaves around our necks."

Elsewhere – Private Estate in Xihu

Luo Zixuan was not smiling.

The surveillance images of Lin Feng holding the Silver One hatch map slid across his mahogany desk. Around him, advisors stood silent, tense. A single man in grey, face blurred on every database, leaned forward.

"The Crimson Circle warned him," Greycoat said.

"No," Luo corrected. "They tested him. And he passed. That map should have been lost. Buried."

Greycoat's voice was low and flat. "You want us to reactivate Silver Thread One?"

Luo's eyes darkened. "No. I want it burned. We don't salvage old routes when new fire is coming. We erase it."

Nightfall – Rooftop Above Longhai

Lin Feng stood on a scaffold overlooking the docks. The underground map lay open beside him, but now bore fresh markings—routes, convergences, control points. Qian Juxiao stood beside him, wind tugging at his coat.

"The Silver Circle will move soon," Qian said. "Either by force or by fire."

Lin Feng's gaze was fixed on a distant light flickering near the southern warehouse.

"They're coming," he said.

"How do you know?"

"Because I left bait."

Below, muffled engines stirred. Four black SUVs slipped through the fog toward the warehouses.

Lin Feng turned, voice calm.

"Time to test whether buried steel still cuts."

Meanwhile – Jiangyin Clubhouse

Xu Shanyue stared at the city map on her tablet, fingers trailing paths that no longer officially existed.

Guo Yuwei approached, watching her in silence before speaking.

"You want to intervene?"

She shook her head.

"No," she said. "If Lin Feng wins this alone, he'll be something more than just another elite disruptor. He'll be a city-changing variable."

"And if he loses?"

She looked up.

"Then we'll know he was never meant to be part of this game."