Wei Long paced inside the Old Dragons’ war room, his fury barely contained. He had built his reputation on control, precision—but now, nothing made sense.
Their shipments were delayed. Their alliances were cracking. Every move they made felt like it had been anticipated. The Old Dragons were no longer the ones pulling the strings.
"We’re being played," Wei Long growled, his fists clenched. "Someone is turning us against each other."
His generals exchanged wary glances, but the paranoia had already taken root. Convinced they were under attack, the Old Dragons struck first.
Their premature counterattacks sent shockwaves through the underworld—raids on suspected Resistance hideouts, assassinations of key informants, aggressive moves against their own allies. But with every action, their position weakened.