The sprawling hotel suite in Rome had become a war room, a nerve center from which Wang Jian orchestrated his grand plan. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and the hum of laptops, as his girlfriends worked tirelessly to execute his vision. The walls were adorned with maps of the UK and France, marked with red pins indicating hotspots of unrest and chaos.
Wang Jian stood at the head of the table, his eyes gleaming with a mix of ambition and satisfaction. "Look at this," he said, gesturing to the maps. "The entire country of the UK is under emergency. Their army is focused on dealing with the riots. They can't use their powerful weapons or aircraft against their own civilians. It's unthinkable."
