A storm gathered on the horizon, thunder growling like steel drums across the sky as Lin Wantang stood atop the Qi Group skyscraper's private helipad. Lightning forked in the distance, illuminating the city's glass canyons. Beside her, Qi Siheng surveyed the turbulent skyline, shoulders squared against the driving wind.
“Thank you for coming," he shouted over the gusts. His coat billowed. “I needed your expertise for this next move."
She nodded, voice steady despite the storm's fury. “I'm here. Tell me what you've uncovered."
He motioned toward a fold‑out table braced against the metal grating. Under a tarp lay three sleek laptops and a stack of encrypted drives. “Qi Jian's offshore network," he began, tapping a map of shell companies woven like lightning veins across tax‑haven latitude
