The Silent Conspiracy

The first secret meeting took place under layers of security—a private estate hidden deep in the mountains, accessible only by a winding road designed to prevent ambushes.

No guards.

No technology.

Only words and trust.

A dangerous combination in a room full of killers.

Feng Bao exhaled sharply, pacing in front of the fireplace, his silhouette flickering in the dim light. "We have two options. We can wait and let him destroy himself. Or we can accelerate the process."

Shen Ai smiled lazily from her seat, swirling the last of her wine. "Waiting is for cowards. Besides, if we wait too long, we may not be alive to see it happen."

Zhu Fen frowned, ever the cautious one. "If we act too soon, we risk everything. If we move too late, we lose our chance. The timing has to be perfect."

Feng Bao stopped pacing. "And who makes the first move?"

A long silence.

Then, Shen Ai spoke, her voice like silk over steel.