Shadows in the Sky

High above Jakarta, Wei Long, the Iron Fist, stood at the edge of a skyscraper, watching the chaos below. The city was restless, its people on the brink of something dangerous—something that threatened the Nine Dragons’ grip on power. His orders were simple: eliminate anyone who posed a threat.

From the shadows, he had observed them—the activists, the journalists, the rebels who whispered of resistance. But there was one face among them that interested him most. Felix.

Meanwhile, Felix moved through the alleyways, his instincts sharp. He felt it before he saw it—someone was watching him. A flicker of motion. A shift in the air. Then, from the darkness, Wei Long stepped forward.

Their eyes met—a silent acknowledgment of what they both knew.

Felix had once followed orders like Wei Long did now. He had been the blade that silenced threats, the enforcer who ensured the Nine Dragons’ rule was absolute. Now, he was on the other side.