Andrew stared at his burner phone, heart pounding. The message wasn’t just a bluff.Another text came through.♣See for yourself.♣Three images loaded.Adeline tied to a chair, for the first, a gun held to her head, Zhao Feng grinning in the background and a timestamp—less than two hours ago.Andrew clenched his jaw. His thoughts were that, it was a trap. It has to be. But if I do nothing, she dies.Another message followed.♣Come alone. Warehouse 47, the docks. One hour.♣His grip tightened on the phone and the final message came.♣Tick tock, assassin. She doesn’t have all night.♣He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his gear and headed out.Andrew sped through the streets on a stolen motorcycle, weaving through traffic, eyes locked on the road ahead. His mind calculated every possibility."Warehouse 47," he muttered to himself. "Obvious trap. Zhao Feng doesn’t leave things to chance."He exhaled sharply and checked his weapons, speaking under his breath."Two silenced pistols—accurate, q

The automatic doors of the Shanghai Pudong International Airport whooshed open as Hannah stepped into the city.Her boots hit the wet pavement with a squish. Rain had just passed. She looked around at the streams of people—tourists with luggage, businessmen tapping furiously at phones, taxi drivers shouting over the noise. It was chaos. Fast, unfeeling, uncaring.She had no plan. No address. No one waiting.She held her suitcase as she whispered to herself “I just need to find a place to stay. I’ll figure the rest out later.”Her phone was already dying, but she managed to open a travel app and search for cheap motels nearby. She found one on the outskirts and tried to book.Declined.She blinked. Tried again.Declined.“No… no, no, no…” she muttered. She checked her account balance.Just under 250 yuan. Maybe enough for food, maybe one night if she was lucky. Not enough for security deposits or ID checks.Before she boarded the flight to Shanghai, Hannah used a third-party agent to

Monitors lined the walls of where Taylor, Fredrick and Leon resided. Each was streaming security feeds, decrypted chatter, and scrambled comm logs. Taylor sat before them, expression locked in concentration.The fact that Taylor, fredrick and Leon not being arrested was a bit strange, despite the fact they were involved. To the public, it looked like an airtight case: millions rerouted through dummy accounts, data trails forged, and Taylor’s login credentials stamped across the audit logs.But inside the network, those who mattered knew the truth: Andrew had been framed.Taylor, Fredrick and Leon, weren’t charged—not because they were innocent, but because they were smart. They didn’t run. They didn’t hide. They stood still and watched the flames burn around them.They knew the moment they disappeared, it would confirm guilt. Instead, they played it slow—publicly cooperative, legally protected, and always one step ahead of the full investigation.The firm’s real players—those who orch

The rain that fell heavily at night had stopped by morning. Hannah stepped out of the hostel with a scarf wrapped tightly around her head.The coins in her pocket jingled softly with every step—her entire week’s worth of tips, spare change, and what remained from her last cleaning job.Just enough, she clutched the folded leaflet from the shelter in her other hand. It listed public hospitals that offered prenatal services in the city, and one of them, Red River Women’s Clinic, was circled in blue pen."Just get there....Just register.....Just try." They was crowded, too loud, too fast. By the time she arrived at the hospital’s main lobby, her palms were slick with sweat. She looked up at the signs—mostly Mandarin, with some awkward English translations beneath them—and approached the front desk where two nurses in white uniforms were checking papers from a young couple.When it was her turn, she stepped forward hesitantly.“Hello... I, um... I want to register... antenatal care,” she

The elevator slid down as Andrew stood beside Liu, hands clasped loosely in front of him. He could still hear Mei’s voice in his head: Her name is Hannah.Liu, for his part, looked strangely amused. He glanced at his reflection in the mirrored elevator doors and smirked.“My wife thinks I’m too harsh with people,” he said suddenly.Andrew looked over, silent. “She says it’s why I lose sleep. That maybe I would rest better if I let one or two people in.”He turned to Andrew with a raised brow. “You think she’s right?”Andrew thought carefully before answering. “You rest better when you don’t have to look over your shoulder.”Liu laughed—sharp and real. “See, this is why I like you, Li. You don’t flatter me. You survive me.”They finally stepped out into a private executive suite on the 52nd floor—one of Liu’s secured business floors, far removed from the family residence above. Two guards stood at the ends of the hallway. Taylor was already there as he had already come ahead of time a