Nicholas stood outside the Obsidian Club—an ultra-exclusive establishment where membership cost ten million dollars and the waiting list was seven years long. The building itself was unmarked, a converted warehouse in the industrial district that looked abandoned from the outside.Inside was where the real elite played.Tonight, Admiral Richard Hawthorne was hosting a private event—a weapons demonstration for potential clients. Arms dealers, private military contractors, government representatives operating off the books. The kind of gathering that would never appear in any official records.Nicholas had received an invitation—anonymously delivered, but he knew it came from Li Wei Chen. A test, perhaps. Or an opportunity.He approached the entrance where two massive security guards stood. Both were clearly former special forces, the kind of men who could kill with their bare hands."Invitation," the first guard demanded.Nicholas handed over the embossed card. The guard scanned it, fr