Pink Cherry nightclub

Han Xin stared at the sketch with a lost expression, his mind struggling to piece together the puzzle. Why would Xiang Yu, who had successfully left the triads, come after the Die clan?

The question gnawed at him, vexing and relentless. Were those two girls worth provoking the organisation, and how did he know them? It didn't make any sense.

Han Zhan's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He pulled it out, glancing at the notification before forwarding the documents to Han Xin. Han Xin unlocked his phone, his thumb occasionally scrolling the screen.

One of the documents contained vehicle registration information for a black sedan spotted on the night of the incident at the port.

There had been plenty of cars around that area that night, so how did they know this one belonged to the vigilante? The answer lay in the details.