Huang Jin’s Treachery

The coalition’s convoy rolled through the abandoned docks, their headlights slicing through the thick coastal fog. The meeting point was set—a rusted-out container yard on the outskirts of Batam. It was supposed to be neutral ground.

Mayang had brokered the deal, hoping to turn Huang Jin against the Nine Dragons. But Bintang’s warning echoed in her mind.

"He’ll burn us all."

And now, as the first shot rang out, she knew he had been right.

Gunfire erupted from the shipping containers above, muzzle flashes lighting up the night. Shadows moved fast—figures in tactical gear, surrounding them like a pack of wolves closing in on prey.

“Ambush! Cover!” Felix roared, shoving Kiran behind an overturned jeep.

Rangga sprinted for cover, his enhanced reflexes barely keeping him ahead of the bullets tearing through the ground at his heels. He vaulted over a metal barricade, landing hard but alive.