"So, what do you want me to do?" Ohm asked flatly.
Feng didn't hesitate. He gestured toward someone hovering nervously by the door. A tall, lanky man in a cream suit with salt-and-pepper hair stepped in tentatively. This was Guo Zhenhao, one of the board members of the CK Group. He approached the table where Ohm sat perched and bowed deeply.
"I am Guo Zhenhao, Master..."
Ohm raised a hand slightly in acknowledgment, his sharp eyes boring into the newcomer. "And what is it you need?"
Zhenhao glanced at Feng for support before gathering the courage to speak, his voice trembling. "Help me get my money back, Master! Yong Chang... he swindled me out of everything I own!"
Ohm's brow furrowed as he leaned forward. "Do I look like a debt collector to you?"
"I'm sorry!" Zhenhao stammered, bowing repeatedly. "I know you are a business genius, but I am in total darkness. I don't know what to do with that villain anymore." He made a muffled, sobbing sound in his throat.
Ohm remained silent for a moment, his gaze shifting between the two board members before locking eyes with Phueak, who was standing by for orders.
"Hey! Phueak, to the kitchen!" Ohm roared. Phueak snapped to attention and saluted.
"Yes, Brother!" Phueak shouted, moving instinctively to prepare.
Ohm hopped down from the table with athletic grace and pointed a finger at the two directors. "If I'm helping... you give me every piece of data I ask for from this point on." He snapped his fingers and marched into the kitchen.
The air filled with the scent of spices and essential oils. The moment Ohm tied his apron, the atmosphere shifted, as if a current of raw energy began to circulate around him.
Phueak began the first step: simmering black silk chicken bones with orange and yellow cosmos petals and a dozen rare herbs in a massive brass pot. They stirred until the broth became a rich, deep orange, sending an intoxicating aroma wafting out to the lobby.
Meanwhile, Ohm meticulously minced pork tenderloin until it was velvet-smooth, folding in thin slices of black truffle and premium Chinese wine. The cast-iron wok hissed—Sizzle!—as orange flames licked the ceiling in time with Ohm's rapid, rhythmic tossing. The pork turned a brilliant gold before being cradled inside delicate, pale pink lotus petals.
Phueak used his mastery to carve dragon-scale patterns into rice flour dough before deep-frying them until they puffed into golden, airy crisps.
The heart of the dish was the dark sauce, crafted from mead-fermented vinegar, red wine, and finely crushed aged ginger. But a secret lay hidden in a small glass vial: an extract of zinnia, providing a bitter, astringent note—the literal taste of betrayal.
The exquisite dish was placed in the center of the table. Pink lotus blooms cradling truffle-pork, served alongside crispy dragon scales. "This is The Hidden Dragon's Path," Ohm announced. "A menu that exists nowhere else in the world but right here at Ros-Lom."
He carefully drizzled the dark sauce onto Zhenhao's plate. "Taste it... the flavor of the money you thought had vanished without a trace."
As the sauce touched the plate, a miniature projector hidden in the ceiling beamed a light onto the food. Miraculously, a complex financial map, tangled like a labyrinth, seemed to erupt from the dark sauce.
Images of massive funds flowing out of Zhenhao's accounts transformed into bright red lines, surging toward Dragon's Den Holdings in Thailand. From there, they branched into green lines, acquiring small businesses under the CK Group's name. Finally, Yong Chang's mocking, smiling face appeared right at the tip of a fried dragon scale.
"The pork hidden in the lotus is the truth concealed by a beautiful shell," Ohm explained coldly. "Your money didn't vanish. It was laundered into Yong Chang's personal accounts, using your company's reputation as a shield."
Zhenhao and Feng shook with shock, staring at the plate as if witnessing a divine miracle. They had no idea that behind this 'spiritual' revelation was the split-second coordination of the Chatchawin team—the fastest and most elite data miners in Asia.
Ohm winked at Phueak, a winner's smirk crossing his face. "The hunt for the winged lizard... has begun!"
Behind him, a flash of light projected an image of a small dragon spreading its limbs as if leaping from a great height, leaving the board members in absolute awe.