The morning sunlight filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite, casting golden patterns across the marble floor. Lin Feng stood silently, a cup of untouched coffee in his hand, staring out at the city skyline. Below him, the streets of Shencheng buzzed with energy—people moved as though nothing was wrong, oblivious to the storm building beneath the surface.
His phone buzzed twice—encrypted messages from Guo Yuwei and Su Ruonan.
Guo Yuwei: Need to speak. Now. Internal movement detected.
Su Ruonan: Zixuan's next move is financial. Rumors flying about Apex's liquidity.
Lin Feng set the cup down, fingers tightening slightly. As expected, Zixuan hadn't taken the Spectron exposure quietly. His retaliation wasn't just brute force—it was strategic, coordinated, and aimed to shake Lin Feng's foundations from within.
"Sir," came the low voice of Xu Qing at the door. "Miss Luo Bing has arrived. Also… there's a visitor downstairs. Wei Yinan. He says it's urgent."
