Deep beneath the quiet restaurant, the atmosphere inside one of the private rooms was cold and oppressive.
The room was spacious but sparsely furnished, with dark walls, recessed lighting, and a long rectangular table occupying its center. Several monitors were mounted along one wall, their screens displaying surveillance footage and encrypted files.
This was Blackhawk.
It was not merely a name. It was a designated meeting location known only to a select few within Lu Tian's inner circle.
Hidden beneath an ordinary restaurant in a quiet district of Imperial, it served as a secure facility for matters too sensitive to be discussed at Lu Corps or over the phone.
Its existence was kept strictly confidential, and access was limited to those Lu Tian trusted.
No unnecessary personnel. No outside interference. And most importantly, no information leaves the room without his authorization.
Lu Tian sat at the head of the table, his tall figure leaning against the leather chair.
