[Jake's POV]
The rain started just after midnight, a torrential, punishing downpour that lashed against the reinforced glass of Li's penthouse windows. The storm washed away the smog and the oppressive heat, leaving the city of Macau looking like a glittering, fractured mirror in the darkness.
Inside the penthouse, the atmosphere was charged with a different kind of electricity.
I stood over a massive, black marble dining table that we had cleared and repurposed as a tactical command center. Spread across the polished surface were blueprints of the Inner Harbour, shipping manifests, and a dozen burner phones. I had spent the last four hours systematically dismantling the Golden Koi's outdated security protocols and rebuilding them from the ground up.
