Chapter 58 - 59: Concrete and Conspiracies – The Game Moves to the Streets
The glossy shine of the elite’s banquet tables faded quickly in Lin Feng’s rearview mirror—literally and metaphorically. One moment, he was clinking glasses with Crimson Circle members under chandeliers; the next, he was standing on cracked pavement, staring at a forgotten corner of the old city.
No golden lighting. No polished cutlery. Just dust, rust, and tension.
A man in a cheap leather jacket approached, cigarette tucked behind one ear and a wary glint in his eyes. "You’re Lin Feng?"
"I am," he replied simply.
The man gave a nod that wasn’t quite respectful—but not dismissive either. "Boss Qi said you’d come down. Didn’t expect someone like you to show up without backup."
Lin Feng looked around. Hollowed-out buildings. Faded signs. A neighborhood that had been sold off by the city years ago but never fully redeveloped. Too valuable to ignore. Too volatile to touch.
"Backup?" Lin Feng said dryly. "I’m not the one who needs it."
The man let out a short chuckle. "You’ve got guts."
"I’ve got purpose." Lin Feng took a step forward. "Let’s talk business."