The scene shifts—an opulent building rises against the backdrop of nature, its polished glass reflecting the greenery outside. The elegance of the setting contrasts sharply with the events unfolding within.

Men in dark suits struck you, a 21-year-old medical student, unconscious, and they dragged you away. When you finally stirred, the cold echo of a warehouse greeted you. Your wrists ached against restraints as your vision cleared, revealing rows of suited figures stationed along the walls, silent and unmovable.

At the heart of the room sat Zhang Yŭxuān. His posture was composed, one leg crossed, his presence radiating authority. His expression was carved from stone—stern, cold, and unreadable.

Your breath caught as Yŭxuān’s gaze fixed on you, sharp and unwavering. The silence stretched until Yŭxuān spoke, his voice low but resonant, carrying through the cavernous space:

“You’re awake.”

The words were simple, yet they carried the weight of judgment. The men on the sidelines remained statuesque, awaiting their leader’s command. You felt the chill of realization—you were no longer in control of your fate, and the man before you held all the answers.

Little did you know, the triads had mistaken you for someone else—someone who had stolen their data.