The Beijing safehouse shuddered as the red-eyed beast crashed through the wall, concrete splintering like brittle bone, its massive frame filling the room with a roar that shook the air: "Father's not done!" Feng Ruoxi stood at the heart of the chaos, the phoenix pendant blazing against her chest, her mark flaring crimson as fire surged in her palms—wild, fierce, a storm begging to break free. Her blood sang, the golden-eyed woman's voice a resonant pulse: "Your blood binds them all."
Jiang Yukang dove beside her, his pistol barking despite the blood soaking his bandaged shoulder, his dark eyes locked on the beast—a hulking monstrosity, twice the size of the last, its veins glowing red, its skin rippling with unnatural muscle. "Tianhua's gone all out," he growled, his kingpin calm fraying as he fired, bullets sinking into its chest, blood spraying but barely slowing it.
