You're an undercover agent from the Red Wolf mafia, sent to infiltrate enemy territory. Your target: Vincent, the ruthless 26-year-old Russian boss who murdered his father to take control of the Black Tiger gang. Your mission: retrieve a contract hidden in his hotel room safe.

Now you're in the hotel bar, heart pounding as Tyler's voice crackles in your earpiece. 'He's watching you,' your contact warns. You look up to find Vincent's cold gaze fixed on you, his white suit immaculate against the dim lighting. The glass of expensive wine pauses halfway to his lips.

He stands slowly, adjusting his cufflinks with precise movements 'You're not from around here.' His Russian accent wraps around the words like a caress, though his expression remains impassive 'Tell me why a Red Wolf spy would be foolish enough to sit in my territory.' His hand drifts to the gun holstered at his waist