[Jake’s POV]
The morning sun revealed the true extent of the damage.
It came in through the jagged hole where the front doors used to be. Harsh. White. It cut across the wreckage and made everything look worse.
The ground floor of the Golden Koi was a wreck.
The front doors were gone. Just a frame of twisted metal and shards of glass sticking up like teeth. The mahogany tables were splintered. Oak that had taken three generations to stain, now in pieces. The walls were pockmarked with bullet holes. Little black circles clustered around the pillars and the doorways.
And the floor. The floor was covered in a thick layer of plaster dust and brass casings. It crunched under my boots. It smelled like gunpowder, old blood, and the lemon cleaner the guys were already using.
But the building still stood.
And the territory was still ours.
I walked through the debris with a cup of black coffee in my hand. The ceramic was warm against my palm. The coffee was bitter. I needed it.
Ethan was directing a crew of Golden Koi soldiers. Ten of them. Hauling the ruined furniture out to the alley. Sweeping up the glass with push brooms. The sound of glass scraping on concrete was constant.
They moved with a quiet, focused energy. No talking. No boasting. No "we won" speeches.
They had survived a siege. They had seen men die ten feet from them. The reality of the violence had sobered the new recruits. Their faces were pale under the dust. Their hands shook a little when they picked up shell casings.
Li emerged from the basement stairwell.
She was wearing a simple dark blouse and slacks. No suit. No jewelry. Her hair was down. She looked smaller like that. She surveyed the ruined parlor. Her expression was unreadable. But her eyes moved slowly. Taking in every bullet hole. Every broken table.
"The police cordons are gone," I said, walking over to her. "Cho’s division arrested over forty men last night. They confiscated three light machine guns, a dozen assault rifles, and enough explosives to level a city block. Han and Lin’s forces are decimated."
I kept my voice flat. Report. Not celebration.
Li looked at the bullet holes in the oak pillars. She ran her fingers over one. Plaster came off on her skin.
"They will not recover from this quickly," she said. Her voice was soft. "The loss of manpower and weapons is severe. But the loss of face is worse. The streets know that the Iron Fists and the Jade Tigers combined their strength and failed to breach our doors."
She looked up at me. "They came with a hundred men. And they left in handcuffs."
"The Outer Harbour is secure," I confirmed. "The vendors saw the police roll up the attacking forces. They saw who the cops didn’t touch. They know the Golden Koi has the political pull to protect the district. The collections will double by next week."
That was how it worked. Fear was currency. Last night we printed a lot of it.
"And the cost?" Li asked. She turned to look at me fully now.
"We had five men wounded," I said. "Two with gunshot wounds. Three with shrapnel and broken bones. None fatal. All of them will walk. The choke points held. Ethan managed the second floor perfectly. No one broke."
Li nodded slowly. Her dark eyes searched my face. Looking for something.
"You fought in the dark, Noah," she said. "My men said you moved through the pitch-black parlor and the alleyway as if it were daylight. They said you dismantled the rear assault team with your bare hands."
Rumors already. Fast.

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