The night was thick with the smell of saltwater and rusted iron as Feng Ruoxi made her way through the shadowy docks. The moon hung low in the sky, casting faint light over the rows of shipping containers, making the entire place feel like a maze of secrets. It was the perfect location for an operation like this—far from prying eyes and close enough to the water for a quick escape.
She had dressed for speed and stealth, her all-black attire blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her footsteps were light but deliberate as she moved toward the coordinates her informant had provided. Zhang Kai would be here soon, meeting with his contact for a smuggling deal, just as he always did. But tonight, he wouldn't walk away unscathed.
