In the sprawling, opulent hotel suite, Wang Jian's girlfriends were already in motion, their minds racing with the tasks ahead. The room buzzed with an electric energy, the air thick with the scent of fresh coffee and the hum of laptops and printers working overtime. Wang Jian stood at the head of the table, his eyes gleaming with a mix of ambition and calculation.
"Alright, listen up," he began, his voice commanding yet smooth. "We need to target specific Muslim groups—the ones with a history of radicalism and a significant grudge against the governments of the UK and France. These are the groups that will take action if given the right... incentives."
