A long, imposing table stretched across the dimly lit room, where the Elders of the White Bird Organization sat in eerie silence. At the head of the table, occupying a throne-like chair, sat White Bird herself—a presence that weighed heavy in the air, suffocating yet mesmerizing.
If an outsider walked in, they might think they had stepped into a scene from a mafia film. But this was no fiction. This was power in its rawest form.
The board of directors of the White Phoenix Empire had shed their corporate identities, now fully embodying their Underworld personas—the Elders of White Bird Organization. Clad in masks that the criminal world feared and respected, they awaited their leader's command.
Across the table, Lan Wucheng—Red Raven—slid a thick file toward her.
"Boss, here is the intelligence you requested on Vermillion Dragon."
Lillie accepted it with a nod, passing it to Elliot without a second glance.
