Exposing Mei Ling’s Crimes

The press conference was electric, buzzing with anticipation and the murmurs of speculation. A sleek, glass-paneled building in central Jakarta had been transformed into a stage of reckoning. Inside, rows of journalists, camera crews, and environmental activists packed the space, their attention fixed on the podium at the front. Flashbulbs flickered like fireflies in a thunderstorm, and whispers swirled about what was to be revealed. Everyone had heard rumors, but no one expected the scale of what was coming.

At the head of the room stood the coalition: Kyla, Mira, and Mayang—each a symbol of resistance, resolve, and truth. Behind them, a large digital screen glowed with the first slide of their presentation. A satellite image of the once-tainted river filled the frame—its dark green stain a painful reminder of what had been lost. But in recent weeks, something had changed. The river had begun to heal, and that recovery had become a symbol of hope—and now, a call to arms.