The conference room was dimly lit, with a long table placed right in the center. Sleek, black chairs surrounded it, and men dressed in black outfits filled the seats.
There was something dangerous about them—the way they sat, the way they looked, the quiet tension in their movements.

Some were busy typing rapidly on their phones.
Others whispered in low voices, heads leaned close.
A few just sat still, silently observing every corner of the room like hawks—sharp, alert, ready for anything.