Edifice of Tian Hao’s Empire.

Putri’s fingers moved in a blur across the keys, her face a mask of calm focus that betrayed nothing of the storm she was orchestrating. Inside the surveillance van, time no longer mattered—only momentum. Every keystroke, every algorithm she deployed, every seed she planted was a crack in the edifice of Tian Hao’s empire.

She didn’t need bombs. Just ideas.

The first data packet slipped into the Nine Dragons’ internal comms with surgical precision—an encrypted command appearing legitimate at first glance. A purge order. Supposedly signed by Tian Hao himself, it demanded the immediate elimination of several mid-level lieutenants by dawn.

It took twenty-three minutes for the first internal alert to hit.