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 Syndicate’s war room was a tomb of obsidian and gold, its vaulted ceiling hung with banners bearing the fractured dragon emblem. Wei Long stood at the head of the table, his back to the panoramic window framing Jakarta’s burning docks. The dossier trembled in Zhu Fen’s grip as he stormed in, the doors slamming behind him with a crack that echoed like a coffin sealing. 


Zhu Fen slamming the dossier. “You sold us out! Trading our ports to Interpol—was I just another bargaining chip?” 


Wei Long’s pistol gleamed under the chandelier’s cold light, its barrel steady on Zhu Fen’s chest. “You first,” he growled. “Berlin. The alley. The handshake. Explain.” 


Zhu Fen’s laugh was razor-edged. “Fabrications! You think I’d kneel to those outsiders? After Sumatra? After Macau?” He stepped closer, the dossier’s pages fluttering to the floor like dead leaves. “You’re paranoid, Wei Long. The Syndicate’s rotting from your delusions.” 


The First Moves of War