Chapter Three: The Price of an Apex

As the twelve hours expired, he sent men to stop Shen Yan in the underground garage and offered one hundred million for the negative. Shen Yan refused. The old man clutched his collar while invincibility drained from his eyes. “Give me those two minutes. Name your price.” “I don't know how.” Chen released him and seemed to age all at once. “Then you aren't selling an apex,” he said. “You're selling regret.” Shen Yan would hear that sentence before every future shutter press. But his account balance, media identity, and place in the world had already changed. Qi Man registered Twelve Divisions Image Consulting and accepted referrals only.