We Never Finished Our Fight

Wei Long stood alone in a darkened alleyway, listening to the sound of Jakarta’s restless night. The city was changing. For years, the Nine Dragons had controlled everything. Now? The Resistance was pushing back. And as Wei Long watched Felix’s face on a flickering street screen, he whispered to himself. "Are you still my enemy?"

The Nine Dragons wanted Felix dead. And Wei Long wasn’t sure anymore.

The Nine Dragons had ruled Jakarta from the shadows for decades. But now, the city was waking up. Protests erupted in hidden corners of the city. Anonymous reports exposing Nine Dragons-funded corruption flooded the internet. The Resistance was no longer fighting to survive. They were winning. And that made them more dangerous than ever.

Shen Ai to Zhi Fang, calmly. "If we don’t end this now, we lose control."

"Then we remind them what fear looks like." And just like that, Jakarta’s night turned red.