Qie Xieling's nerves were stretched taut as he followed the men through the winded corridors leading to the private VIP parking. The flickering fluorescent lights heightened his unease, casting eerie shadows across the cold, concrete walls. He had no idea what shady business deals this game character had with this criminal organisation but whatever it was it couldn't be good. The fact that the system was playing possum made it worse. It further amplified his anxiety.
As he approached the row of black SUVs, elegantly lined up like formidable sentinels, the bustling atmosphere outside the stadium faded into a distant hum. The men surrounding him exuded an air of unquestionable authority, their demeanour demanding respect and obedience.
Trying to maintain his composure, Qie Xieling fought to suppress the tremor in his hands.
