Chapter 89 - 90 – Foreign Hands, Familiar Shadows
Even in silence, cities speak.
And in the days following Lin Feng’s counter-leak, Jincheng was whispering his name.
The media didn’t name Zixuan. Neither did Lin.
But a man like Zixuan didn’t need to be named to feel the fire.
Because reputations aren’t destroyed by accusations.
They crack from within—when doubt becomes direction.
Lin Feng didn’t celebrate.
Instead, he opened a private channel with his internal financial intelligence team—silent, deeply embedded analysts who monitored investment flows like blood in arteries.
Their latest report flashed onto the encrypted interface:
—ALERT FLAG—
Incoming capital detected via layered shell entities linked to offshore funds registered in Singapore and Estonia.