Final Shot – City Skyline.
Somewhere far from the compound, in a private penthouse with curtains drawn against the world, the woman in red poured herself a glass of wine.
She held it aloft, studying the dark reflection in its surface.
"You have it now," she murmured, as if speaking to the tube itself. "But not for long."
Outside, the city kept its secrets.
For tonight.
Everyone left the auction Hall that night disappointed because it was cut short before other products were profiled.
West Gate – Departure
Lu Ting Cheng stood beside an unmarked black sedan, jacket slung over his arm, the night air cooling the cut along his forearm from the woman in red's blade.
He has replayed her words in his mind more than once already: Whoever controls it… controls them.
The driver glanced at him in the mirror as the engine started.
"Where to, sir?"
Ting Cheng's gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead.
"Back home..."
The car drove away back home to the Lu mansion...
