The Nine Dragons Were Untouchable

The Nine Dragons were tearing themselves apart, but someone was pulling the strings. Every conflict, every betrayal, every sudden burst of paranoia—it all felt too precise. Too deliberate.

Mei Ling’s operations were crumbling under unseen sabotage. Luo Jian had executed one of his own in a fit of madness. Tian Hao’s delusions had turned him into a false prophet. Shen Ai and Feng Bao were locked in a silent war. The once-unbreakable syndicate was splintering, and no one could see the invisible hand guiding their fall.

Felix had spent weeks infiltrating their network, searching for answers. What he found chilled him.

Someone—somewhere was fueling this collapse.

The Nine Dragons weren’t just unraveling. They were being led to destruction.

"This isn’t just infighting," he told Bintang. "Someone wants them broken. Someone outside."

Bintang frowned. "Or worse—someone inside."

The fractures had become too deep to mend. Trust no longer existed among the Nine Dragons.