My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: The Siege Preparation

[Jake’s POV]

The Golden Koi mahjong parlor was unrecognizable by the time I returned.

The smell hit me first. Sawdust, sweat, and gun oil. The air was thick and warm from too many bodies packed into too small a space, and cold from the gaps where the windows used to be.

Ethan had executed the defensive protocols flawlessly.

The heavy steel shutters on the ground floor windows were locked and bolted. Metal on metal. You could see the fresh scrape marks where they’d been dragged down. The main entrance, a set of double glass doors, was gone. In its place: heavy wooden tables flipped on their sides, sandbags stacked three high, dragged in from the alley and still damp from the rain.

The thirty Golden Koi soldiers were distributed throughout the building.

Ten men held the ground floor. They were positioned behind overturned mahjong tables. The green felt was torn in places. Chips and tiles had been swept into corners. But the tables were solid oak. They provided good cover and clear lines of sight to the entry points.

Ten men were stationed on the second floor. I could hear them moving above me. Boots on wood. The creak of floorboards. They were covering the stairwells.

The remaining ten were on the roof and the fire escapes. I caught the glint of rifle barrels through the gaps in the shutters. Their job was to prevent the Iron Fists from gaining the high ground.

I found Li in the counting room in the basement.

The room was small. Steel walls. One steel table. One steel door. It smelled like old money and bleach. She was sitting at the table, calmly loading magazines for a compact 9mm pistol. Click. Slide. Click. Her movements were precise. No rush.

She wore her tailored black suit. Not a wrinkle. Her expression was completely serene. Like she was balancing books instead of preparing for a war.

"The perimeter is locked down," I said, walking into the room. My boots were loud on the concrete. I checked the action on my USP. Rack. Click. The sound was sharp in the quiet. "Ethan has the men positioned perfectly. If Han and Lin hit the front doors, they’ll be walking into a crossfire."

Li slid a loaded magazine across the table toward me. Metal on steel. A soft scrape.

"They will not just hit the front doors, Noah," she said. Her voice was even. "They have a hundred men. They will try to breach the rear loading dock and the roof access simultaneously."

"I have the roof covered," I assured her, picking up the magazine. It was heavy. Full. I slid it into my pocket. The weight pulled the fabric down. "And the loading dock is a fatal funnel. It’s a narrow concrete corridor. If they try to push through there, they’ll be stacked on top of each other."

"You sound very confident for a man facing a syndicate army," Li noted. She looked up at me. Her eyes were dark and unreadable.

"I’ve defended worse positions against better men," I said simply.

I walked over to the security monitors mounted on the wall. Four screens. Black and white. Nia had integrated the parlor’s camera feeds with the municipal traffic cameras on the surrounding blocks.

The screens showed empty, rain-slicked streets. The asphalt gleamed under the broken streetlights. The local businesses had closed early. Metal gates pulled down. Signs dark. You could see a plastic bag tumbling down the middle of the road.

The Outer Harbour was holding its breath.

Ethan walked into the counting room. He wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His tactical vest was already on. A radio clipped to his chest crackled quietly.

"Roof team reports no movement," Ethan said. He grabbed a bottle of water from a nearby cooler. The plastic crunched. "The street is dead. You think they called it off?"

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