Chapter 353: Rebirth's Demise, The Nine Phoenixes Return

The dust of the Doyle family's collapse had not yet settled in Beijing when a storm of a different magnitude began to gather. Aeolus Doyle stood on the rooftop of the capital's tallest skyscraper, the wind whipping his black coat around him. The fires of personal vengeance had been quenched, leaving behind an icy clarity of purpose. His phone was pressed to his ear, his voice calm but carrying an authority that could command armies. "Rosefinch," he began, his golden eyes gazing westward toward...