Sen De La

Under the protection of the Nine Dragons, corrupt officials, greedy corporations, and powerful criminal networks thrived. The Stars and their allies must navigate a world dominated by the Syndicate, where every move against them feels like it's made under the ever-watchful eye of the dragon.
Yet behind the Syndicate’s seemingly impenetrable power, cracks begin to form. Internal power struggles have been settled, and a new generation of successors has risen. But the world is not prepared for what comes next.
As rebellion brews quietly beneath the shadows, a hidden card is played—the ACE of Spades—a covert operation that unknowingly sets the foundation for The Phoenix Project, a global agenda that seeks to burn down the old world and rise anew from its ashes.
The new successors of the Nine Dragons are not just inheritors of legacy; they are architects of chaos. With the precision of visionaries and the ruthlessness of warlords, they manipulate economies, disrupt ecosystems, and infiltrate governments. Their ambitions no longer stop at Southeast Asia—they aim to shape the very future of humanity.
Beneath the dragon’s wing, the world appears calm. But the Stars know better:
This is not the end of the old order.
It is the beginning of something far more dangerous.

The Rise of the Nine Dragons - Under the Dragon's Wings

The mountain estate loomed like a gargoyle over the valley, its stone walls slick with frost that glittered under the pallid glow of security lights. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of aged mahogany and the sharp tang of betrayal. Feng Bao paced relentlessly near the arched window, his breath fogging the glass as he glared down at the valley—a sprawling chessboard of shadowed forests and snaking roads. Somewhere out there, Tian Hao’s enforcers patrolled, unaware of the knife hovering at their king’s throat. 


Zhu Fen sat rigid at the head of a scarred mahogany table, his fingers steepled as if in prayer. The table bore the marks of Tian Hao’s infamous rages—gouges from knives, stains from spilled whiskey, a bullet hole from the night the old warlord executed a traitor in this very room. Shen Ai’s absence haunted the space between them, her razor-edged warning echoing in the silence: “Mad kings die clutching divine delusions.” 
