The End Of Yang Bojun

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the smog-laden sky of Shanghai, Yang Bojun sat in his opulent office, his outward appearance of defeat masking the furious calculations churning within his mind. The events of the past few hours had been a devastating blow, but he was far from ready to concede.

His fingers flew across the keyboard of his secure laptop, activating long-dormant contingency plans and sending coded messages to allies scattered across the globe. Yang Bojun had not come this far, had not clawed his way to the precipice of ultimate power, only to be undone by Sun Lixia and her self-righteous crusade.

"You think you've won, dear sister," he muttered, a cruel smile twisting his features. "But you have no idea of the forces you're dealing with."