Chapter 8: Cracks in the Foundation

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The war between Yibo and Xiao Zhan raged on, and the city was caught in its crossfire. Whispers of Sean Mafia's internal power struggle began circulating in the underworld. Rival factions, seeing an opportunity to exploit the chaos, began to encroach on Xiao Zhan's territory. This was no longer just a battle between two men-it was a battle that threatened to tear Sean Mafia apart from within.

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Yibo's Next Move

Yibo sat in his dimly lit apartment, surrounded by maps, files, and digital devices. He had been working tirelessly with Liu Zhen, who had become his most valuable ally. The two were piecing together Xiao Zhan's network, identifying key players and weak points.

Liu Zhen slid a folder across the table. "This is the next target," he said.

Yibo opened it and studied the contents. It detailed the operations of Sean Mafia's financial hub-a front company responsible for laundering millions of dollars. Shutting it down would cripple Xiao Zhan's cash flow and weaken his grip on his empire.

"It's risky," Liu Zhen added, his voice low. "The building is heavily guarded, and Xiao Zhan will retaliate immediately. But if we hit him here, it'll send a message."

Yibo nodded, determination burning in his eyes. "We do it. Prepare the team."

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Xiao Zhan's Growing Suspicion

Meanwhile, Xiao Zhan sat in his office, his expression as cold as ever. Reports of Yibo's strikes were flooding in, each one a calculated blow to Sean Mafia's operations. Yibo was no longer the naïve secretary he had once been-he was a formidable opponent.

"What's his endgame?" Xiao Zhan muttered to himself, his fingers tapping against the desk.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. It was Lin Hui, one of his most trusted lieutenants.

"Boss," Lin Hui said, stepping inside, "Yibo's team is targeting the financial hub. We've already reinforced security, but..." He hesitated, his voice trailing off.

"But what?" Xiao Zhan snapped, his patience wearing thin.

"There's a leak," Lin Hui admitted reluctantly. "Someone within our ranks is feeding Yibo information. We haven't identified who yet."

Xiao Zhan's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "Find them," he ordered. "And when you do, make an example out of them. No one betrays Sean Mafia and lives to tell the tale."

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The Strike

Yibo's team moved under the cover of darkness, their approach silent and calculated. Liu Zhen had arranged for a small but skilled group of operatives to assist with the mission. Each one was highly trained, and they shared Yibo's goal of dismantling Sean Mafia.

The financial hub was a fortress, with armed guards patrolling the perimeter and surveillance cameras monitoring every angle. But Yibo had spent weeks studying its weaknesses, and now, he was ready to exploit them.

As the team infiltrated the building, Yibo's heart pounded in his chest. Every step was a risk, every movement a gamble. But he couldn't afford to fail-not now, not when he was so close to striking a decisive blow against Xiao Zhan.

They reached the main server room, where the financial records and accounts were stored. Liu Zhen worked quickly to hack into the system, bypassing layers of encryption to access the data.

"Almost there," Liu Zhen said, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Suddenly, an alarm blared, and the building was flooded with red lights. Guards stormed in, their weapons drawn.

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