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 Nine Dragons’ headquarters hummed like a dying machine, its polished marble halls now choked with unease. Luo Jian’s surveillance chamber pulsed with the arrhythmic flicker of monitors, their blue light carving hollows into his cheeks. Stacks of untouched reports teetered beside a stale congee bowl, its surface veined with mold. His tailored suit hung loose, sleeves stained with ink and sweat, as he clawed at a keyboard, rewinding the same corrupted feed. 


Wei Long leaning against the chamber’s blast door, voice a graveled snarl. “He’s digging through decade-old protocols. Obsessing over ghosts.” 


Tian Hao smoothing his silk tie, tone glacial. “The Malaysians have already seized three offshore vaults. By dawn, they’ll own our arteries. And here he sits— a derisive glance at the door) —chasing phantoms.” 


The Blade’s Edge