The Reinforcement from Hell

The elevator doors hissed open on the executive floor, and the air was thick with the smell of panic and shitty, cheap office coffee. The hallway was a goddamn ghost town, but Wenlang could hear the muffled roar of the boardroom—twelve old bastards probably foaming at the fucking mouth while they looked at the Singapore files on their tablets.

Creepy yeah I know, Wenlang felt like fucking dying right now. The only thing he wanted to do was bolt and getthe fuck out this hell.

"They're in there," Wenlang rasped, his hand tightening around the handle of his briefcase until his knuckles were white as goddamn bone. "They're waiting to rip us apart like a bunch of fucking piranhas. I feel like I'm going to fucking lose it."

"Let them try to bite," Hua Yong said, his face a mask of cold, jagged ice. His violet eyes turning even more glowy for a second there. "I'll break their fucking teeth."

But before they could take two steps toward the boardroom, a massive shadow detached itself from the wall near the reception desk.

Wenlang's S-Tier instincts flared like a goddamn solar flare. He felt a spike of power—a heavy, grounding Alpha scent that smelled like rain-drenched earth and woodsmoke. It was strong, solid, and didn't have the oily, manipulative rot of the ghouls in the boardroom.

Standing there was a man who looked like a fucking mountain carved out of a bespoke suit. Beside him was a woman with sharp, violet eyes that looked like they could cut through goddamn diamonds, and two kids who looked entirely too calm for a building that was currently on fucking fire.

"Hua Yong," the man rumbled, his voice a deep, resonant bass that vibrated in Wenlang's shitty, aching chest. "You look like absolute hell, cousin."

Hua Yong froze. His jaw didn't just drop; it looked like it was fucking bolted to the floor. "Li Wei? What the fuck are you doing in this country? I haven't seen your face in three years."

"I saw the news in Singapore it's a fucking mess," Li Wei said, stepping forward. He was a King S-Tier Alpha, and the sheer weight of his presence made the shitty hallway feel like it was shrinking. He clapped a hand on Hua Yong's shoulder—a gesture of actual, goddamn affection that looked weird as hell on an Enigma's kin. "I heard the files leaked. I figured you were too goddamn stubborn to ask for help, so I fueled the jet and brought the family."

The woman Mei his wife—an Enigma who radiated a calm, terrifying power—stepped up and nodded at Wenlang. "And if those pricks in that room think they're going to use the past to bury my family, they've got another fucking thing coming."

Wenlang honest to god flinched slightly at the Mei's word, it made him think of Hua Yong for a minute. Wich is kinda of funny if you think about it.

Wenlang stared at them, his brain fucking short-circuiting like a shitty toaster dropped in a bathtub. "Wait. You're... you're here to help? After everything that came out in those files?"

Li Wei looked at Wenlang, his gaze steady and surprisingly kind for a man who looked like he could snap a goddamn oak tree in half. "I know who my uncle was. I know the butcher he tried to turn Hua Yong into. But I also know the man who shut those labs down two years ago. We're here to make sure the truth doesn't get buried by the shitty sensationalism of a disgruntled sister."

"It's a goddamn mess," Wenlang muttered, his head fucking throbbing like a shitty drum set being played by a toddler. The hallway felt like it was titling a bit around him, he wasn't sure if it was of this hole shit show, or all the pheromones sticking to the air. It's true this was a hole fucking mess.

"It's a war," Mei corrected, her violet eyes flashing. She looked toward the boardroom doors. "And we brought the goddamn heavy artillery. Li Wei handles the logistics; I handle the psychological warfare. Those board members won't know what fucking hit them."

This wasn't just some board members or angry shitty Alphas in a boardroom. No this was turning into a fucking war. Wait no it is a fucking hell of a war now. And it didn't even started yet.

Hua Yong let out a breath he'd clearly been holding for three goddamn years. He looked at his cousin, then at Wenlang, and for a split second, the "Monster" mask softened into something that looked like actual, sweary relief. Something Hua Yong rarely showed. Wait no was scared to show, because he was a fucking coward thinking it was a fucking weekness.

"The files are already global, Li Wei," Hua Yong said, his voice regaining its edge. "The press is howling for blood."

"Then we'll give them a different story to fucking chew on," Li Wei said, his grin looking like a goddamn shark's. "Now, let's go into that room and show those old bastards what a real legacy looks like. You ready, Wenlang?"

Wenlang straightened his suit, the gold in his eyes flaring with a new, dark intensity. He had his own S-Tier power, he had the monster at his side, and now he had a mountain of a cousin-in-law to back them up.

"Fuck it," Wenlang said, a jagged, sweary smirk touching his lips. "Let's go ruin their goddamn morning."

The five of them—two Enigmas, two Alphas, and the next generation of the bloodline—turned toward the boardroom. The doors didn't just open; they felt like they were fucking blasted off their hinges by the sheer weight of the power walking through them.

The bloodbath was no longer a possibility. It was a goddamn guarantee.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The boardroom doors didn't just open; they hit the fucking walls with a crack that sounded like a goddamn spine snapping. Now this war could begin.

Inside, the air was thick with the shitty, sour smell of old men sweating through their expensive wool suits. Henderson was standing at the head of the table, his face a mottled, shitty purple as he pointed a trembling finger at a tablet displaying the Singapore files. He looked like he was about to have a goddamn stroke, and honestly, Wenlang hoped the prick would just drop dead and save them the fucking paperwork.

"This is an outrage!" Henderson shrieked, his voice cracking like a goddamn dry twig. "Shen, you've brought a biological terrorist into our house! The stocks are fucking cratering! The High Council is—"

Henderson's voice died in his shitty, withered throat as Li Wei stepped into the light. The S-Tier Alpha didn't say a word; he just stood there like a fucking mountain of dark, looming muscle. The sheer pressure of his scent—pure, stable, and terrifyingly powerful—hit the room like a goddamn physical wall, silencing the vultures in a heartbeat.

"Sit the fuck down, Henderson," Wenlang snapped, walking to his chair with a stride that looked like he was walking onto a goddamn battlefield. Fuck yeah this was a fucking war, it even fucking smelled like one.

Mei stepped up beside Hua Yong, her violet eyes scanning the room with a cold, Enigma precision that made half the board members look at their fucking shoes. She looked like a goddamn queen who had just finished burning a kingdom to the ground.

"My husband has a very low tolerance for shitty, ill-informed shouting," Mei said, her voice a low, terrifying silk. "And I have even less tolerance for people who try to blackmail my family with redacted military files that were legally nullified two years ago."

"Legally nullified?" another board member stammered, his voice sounding like a goddamn squeaky toy. "The files show—"

"The files show a legacy that was shut down by the man sitting right there," Li Wei rumbled, gesturing to Hua Yong. He threw a stack of thick, holographic dossiers onto the table. They slid across the mahogany like a goddamn scythe. "Those are the closure reports. Signed by the High Council's Oversight Committee. Hua Yong didn't just stop the projects; he spent his own fucking fortune compensating the families. My firm in Singapore oversaw the entire goddamn process."

Hua Yong leaned forward, his hands folded on the table, looking like a goddamn predator who had just been handed the keys to the zoo. "You see, gentlemen, the files your 'source' leaked were the raw, unedited versions from my father's private server. They don't include the part where I buried the old man and fixed his shitty mess. You've been playing with half a goddamn deck."

Wenlang felt a surge of pure, sweary adrenaline. He looked at Henderson, who was currently looking like he'd just swallowed a goddamn bucket of thumbtacks. Good for him Wenlang thought, this will teach him a fucking lesson for once.

"You thought you could use my sister to stage a fucking coup?" Wenlang said, leaning into the light, his gold eyes burning with a dark, S-Tier intensity. "You thought you could play on the 'monster' narrative to steal the Chairmanship back? You're a fucking amateur, Henderson. You took a swing at a King and a Reaper, and you missed by a goddamn mile."

"We... we didn't know," Henderson whispered, his face turning a sickly, shitty shade of grey.

Seriously this was kinda of funny to watch, like very fucking funny.

"Of course you didn't," Mei said, a real, jagged smile touching her lips. "Because you were too busy being greedy, shitty little rats to do your goddamn homework. Now, here's how this is going to go. Every man in this room who signed the 'No Confidence' petition is going to resign. Right fucking now. No severance. No bonuses. You're going to walk out of here, and you're going to stay the fuck away from Shen Corporation for the rest of your miserable lives."

Li Wei stepped forward, his shadow looming over the table. "And if you don't? My firm will start an investigation into your private holdings. And I promise you, what we find will make the Singapore files look like a goddamn bedtime story."

The silence in the room was absolute. It was a total fucking massacre. One by one, the board members started to stand up, their hands shaking as they gathered their shitty belongings. They scurried out of the room like rats fleeing a sinking ship, not even daring to look at the five people standing in the center of the wreckage.

When the last door slammed shut, Wenlang let out a long, shuddering breath. His head was fucking throbbing like a shitty engine that had been redlining for ten hours, but for the first time in a week, the air felt clean.

No one knew if the war was finished. But for now? For now it fucking was and it was a fucking relief.

"That was... fucking intense," Wenlang muttered, leaning against the table. He felt the room tilt slightly again.

"It was a goddamn bloodbath," Hua Yong agreed, looking at Li Wei with a look of actual, sweary gratitude. "Thanks, cousin. I owe you a fucking fleet of jets for this."

"You owe me a goddamn dinner," Li Wei grinned, clapping Hua Yong on the back. "And a drink. A very fucking large one."

Mei walked over to Wenlang, her violet eyes softening just a fraction. "You did well, Alpha. You stood your ground in a fucking storm."

Wenlang looked at her, then at Hua Yong. The bond was humming, a steady, warm vibration that didn't feel like a cage anymore. It felt like a fucking foundation.

"We're not done yet," Wenlang said, his voice regaining its jagged edge. "Meiling is still out there. And she's going to be fucking pissed when she finds out her grenade was a goddamn dud."

"Let her be pissed," Hua Yong said, stepping up beside him and cupping the back of Wenlang's neck. The touch was hot, possessive, and perfectly goddamn right. "We have the mountain on our side now. Let the world try to touch us."

Well fuck, no this wasn't the end of the war it was just the end of a battle. The war was still very utterly present.