The air in the bedroom was thick with the hum of fans and the rhythmic *clack-clack-clack* of Lu Jinhai's final keystroke.
With a sharp, decisive flourish, he bypassed the final encryption layer of the Assassin Organization's black-box server—a feat that would have taken a team of government experts weeks to achieve.
"Got it," Lu Jinhai murmured, his voice sounding deeper, more resonant in the quiet of the room.
Mo Chou leaned in, her shoulder brushing against his sweater.
On the monitor, a single client file materialized from the depths of the dark web. They had expected to see the face of a rival conglomerate head, a disgraced general from the border, or perhaps a shadow organization with a long-standing grudge against the Lu family. Instead, a face stared back at them that was so unremarkable it was unsettling.
Client Name: Zhao Wei.
Occupation: Freelance Accountant.
Criminal Record: None.
