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Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting sharp lines across the silent room. Qiu stands sentinel by the door, his body coiled tight, eyes sweeping the space in a silent, practiced rhythm. The air hangs thick with everything unspoken; he knows today’s stakes are lethal. He takes a step forward, forcing his shoulders into a casual roll, a mask for the worry churning inside. His gaze finds He Cheng and holds it. 'You ready to move, boss?' he asks, his voice steady but threaded with a tension that hums beneath the surface.