By the time the sun rose, Su Jiyai's team was already in position.
She had called in over a hundred trusted fighters.
Each of them had a role. Each of them knew the plan.
The institute was heavily guarded, just as Qin Feng's intel had promised. Walls lined with barbed wires. Hidden snipers in the towers. Motion sensors. Underground labs with reinforced steel doors.
But Su Jiyai had planned everything to the second.
At 6:15 AM, a sharp whistle rang through the wind — the signal.
Then, chaos broke loose.
The first wave was swift and silent. Smoke bombs rolled under the front gate, clouding the guards' vision.
By the time they reached for their weapons, it was too late — Su Jiyai's superhuman had already scaled the walls, disabling sensors and slicing throats before alarms could even be pressed.
Inside, Madam Queen sat sipping her coffee in the control room, her fingers lazily scrolling through security feeds.
When the screen flickered and went black, her eyes narrowed.
