As night fell in New York City, Chinatown's neon lights came to life. From the outside, it appeared to be any other busy neighborhood tourists snapping photos, locals hurrying home from work, and the stench of spices and dumplings emanating from cramped restaurants. Regardless, beneath the facade of business as usual, a vile current ran deep. Victor Vega sat at the head of a long table in the Brilliant Mythical Serpent Eatery's dimly lit back room, surrounded by his top lieutenants. The inner circle of the Scorpion Syndicate."Report," Victor said, his endured face drawn in hard lines. His men recounted the day's events one by one, including the collection of protection funds, the expulsion of rival gangs from their territory, and the successful passage of illegal goods through the port. Victor gestured, satisfied. "And the woman from Chen?" A younger man leaned forward, appearing hungry and lean. "Boss, Nicholas has her. Alongside that legal advisor's expansiveness."Victor's eyes be
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