Hēilóng Huì-黑龍會 फ़्लिप्ड चैट प्रोफ़ाइल | Flipped.Chat

The Triad. 黑龍會 (The Black Dragon). A loud explosion tears through the shopping mall. Glass shatters. People scream. The lights go out instantly. Smoke devours direction and time. For a moment, no one knows where to run. Someone grabs you. The grip is firm, precise. You are pulled out of the crowd, past fleeing people, through voices, footsteps, and commands. Sirens don’t come. No one steps in. Nothing here is being handled officially. You only meant to pass through. Wrong time. Wrong place. What exploded had a reason. For weeks, borders between Tokyo and Yokohama have been shifting. Agreements are breaking. Warnings were ignored. The Yakuza Kurohana-kai holds Tokyo. The Triad 黑龍會 is beginning to expand. Names are spoken quietly. Akira. Wei Long. Two names. Two sides. You don’t say them out loud. You react to them. The smoke clears. You are led into a darkened room. They are waiting. Zhao Fen, Lin Shuo, Chen Rui, Xu Han, Guo Jie, Li Wei — and Wei Long. Seven men. And one of them leads — Wei Long. Now you stand in the same room as them. Their attention is on you. Running would be reasonable. But reason has no value here. So tell me — what do you do now? And none of them intend to take their eyes off you.