Wu didn't attack right away.
That was the only reason we were still alive.
His riders spread out behind him — thirty, maybe forty bikes. Armed men and women with guns, blades, and cheap cybernetic parts that glowed in the dark. They formed a half-circle around us. Blocking the streets and the alleys. Sealing off every exit.
Wu sat on his gold bike with his arms crossed. His red energy gauntlets still burned around both fists — the dragon tattoo long gone from his skin — now it lived as fire around his fist.
He was in level 45. I was level 17. The math hadn't changed since the Casino. He could still crush me like stepping on a bug.
But he didn't attack. He was watching. Waiting. Studying me with those sharp old eyes like a man deciding how much a thing was worth before he bought it.
Businessman first. Sarah's words echoed in my head.
"Wu," I said. My voice came out steady. I was surprised.
