Chen stepped into a dimly lit room, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floor. He was dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that accentuated his confident demeanor. He tightly held a sleek black briefcase in his hand.
The room was shrouded in shadows, the only source of light emanating from a single, low-hanging chandelier. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, each flickering shadow hinting at the secrets and dangers that lurked within these walls.
As Chen made his way deeper into the room, his eyes darted around, taking in the somber faces of the men seated around a long, mahogany table. They were the inner circle, the powerful figures who held the strings of the criminal underworld.
Their eyes, cold and calculating, followed his every move as he approached the Mafia boss seated at the head of the table, whose formidable presence alone sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.
