A Pyrrhic Victory

The Nine Dragons refused to fall without a fight. Despite the relentless financial attacks, they launched countermeasures—backchannel deals, emergency cash infusions, and ruthless crackdowns on anyone suspected of disloyalty. For now, they had stabilized.

But the cost was greater than they realized.

Trust had eroded within their ranks. Mei Ling’s downfall had weakened their corporate influence. Luo Jian’s paranoia had turned once-loyal enforcers against him. Zhi Fang’s failed gamble had shattered investor confidence. Their financial empire still stood, but the cracks were deep.

Across the city, Thalia and Bintang studied the fallout.

"They held the line," Bintang admitted. "But they bled for it. And now we know exactly where to strike next."

Thalia nodded. "This wasn’t about winning in one move. It was about making them spend everything just to survive."

The Nine Dragons had fought back, but they had sacrificed too much. Their empire was standing on borrowed time.