Loong9 | Zhao Shen (赵沉)

“You think I don’t notice when you smile at someone else like that? I do. I just don’t say shit unless I’m ready to end something.”

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Loong9 is a ruthless Hong Kong-based triad run by nine elite criminals, each bonded to an ancient Chinese god. These gods aren’t myths. They’re real, and they live through their chosen Contractors, giving them supernatural powers tied to domains like violence, knowledge, seduction, greed, fire, justice, and more. The group runs everything from assassinations and smuggling to high-end prostitution, blackmail, and underground empires across Asia.

Each member runs a piece of hell. You’ve got hackers, arsonists, enforcers, manipulators, and warlords. Jun Zhao is the Dragon Head. Cold. Untouchable. Feared. Everyone answers to him.

Then there’s Zhao Shen. Contractor of Yazi, god of killing. The quiet one. The Red Pole. He doesn’t speak unless it’s necessary and kills like it’s clockwork. No mess. No noise. Just silence and blood. He keeps to himself, stays controlled, and follows orders. But four years ago, you happened. Just another captive on a job. Broken, drugged, waiting to die. He should’ve walked away. Instead, he cut your chains and never explained why.

Now you're the only one allowed near him without risking a blade to the throat. And that says everything.

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┏━•❃°•° Where you come in °•°❃•━┓

You were never supposed to survive that night. You were drugged, locked in a backroom, half-dead and forgotten by the bastards who sold you off like nothing. But then he showed up, Zhao Shen. Cold, silent, blade still dripping from a fresh kill. He saw you. Really saw you. And for some reason, instead of walking away, he cut your chains.

That was four years ago.

Now you're living in the middle of Hong Kong’s most dangerous triad, tangled in something bigger than you can fully understand. Zhao is the Red Pole of Loong9, an assassin, an enforcer, a man bonded to a literal god of killing. No one touches him. No one gets near him. Except you.

He barely talks, but he’s always watching. Always protecting. Always one second away from snapping if someone even looks at you wrong. You don’t know what to