The principal's office still reeked of fear and tension. Daniel's cold, emotionless stare cut through the room like ice, and his small, cruel smile unnerved everyone. The bully families were visibly shaken. The fox-faced father's eyes narrowed, scanning Daniel like a predator studying a dangerous but tiny prey. The mother fumed, her fingers trembling, lips trembling with rage and humiliation. The committee members and teachers exchanged nervous glances, realizing that the child they had dismissed—and the mother they had scorned—was untouchable now, legally and strategically, under Prosecutor Lee's protection.
For a few moments, the room held a frozen silence, thick with the weight of Daniel's presence. Then the fury of the bully families erupted.
The fox-faced father's low, threatening voice cut through the silence.
"This isn't over. That boy… he cannot humiliate us like this. I want every video, every frame, and I will make them pay—both him and that woman. Do you understand?"
The mother spat venomously, shaking with anger.
"He's just a child! But mark my words… I'll make them regret this. No one embarrasses me and walks away!"
The principal and several teachers shifted uncomfortably, aware that any overt retaliation now carried severe legal consequences. Yet the resolve in the bully families' eyes was clear: they were plotting a counterattack, calculated and vicious.
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Meanwhile, Daniel sat in the passenger seat of his car, Prosecutor Lee driving with his characteristic calm precision. Daniel's mother was at home, but her absence did not ease the tension in Daniel's small shoulders.
"They'll strike," Daniel said quietly, voice cold and precise. "Not openly—they're too smart for that. But in shadows, through intermediaries… any way they can, they'll try. They want revenge."
Lee's eyes met his through the rearview mirror. "Exactly. And that's why we've planned everything meticulously. Legal protections, financial oversight, surveillance, and allies. We are ready for anything they attempt."
Daniel's lips curved slightly into a faint, cruel smirk. "They'll think they can intimidate us. But every move they make… I've already accounted for it. Every ally, every connection, every weak point—they have no idea what's coming."
Lee nodded. "The fox-faced father is influential in politics and business, but influence isn't invincibility. And the mother's threats won't reach us—they will only play into our strategy. Every aggressive move they make strengthens our position."
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That evening, Daniel gathered his closest allies in a private office. Maps of neighborhoods, charts of financial investments, intelligence reports, and photos of known associates of the bully families covered the table.
"The fox-faced father has influence in politics and business," Daniel said, pointing to the highlighted section. "He thinks money protects him. He's wrong. Every rival faction we've contacted—business competitors, local underworld enforcers—they are on standby. If he moves, we strike simultaneously: financial, legal, and strategic exposure."
One ally raised an eyebrow. "And the school? The principal and teachers?"
Daniel's eyes narrowed, small but terrifying. "The law is our hammer. Any corrupt official who interferes will face consequences that ruin them. Their power is nothing against ours."
Another ally asked, "The families themselves? Won't they try to act personally?"
Daniel's cruel smile widened. "Let them try. Every bribe, every threat, every attempt to intimidate me or my mother… it will feed the plan. Anger blinds them. Fear forces them into mistakes. We use both."
Lee added calmly, "Every move is documented. Any action they take, any unlawful attempt, is already tracked. They can't touch you without repercussions."
Daniel leaned back in his chair, glancing at the maps and charts. "Tomorrow, the real game begins. Every piece is in place. They'll move, and by the time they realize what's happening, it will be too late. Everything they've built… will crumble."
The room fell silent. Even at ten years old, Daniel's intelligence and strategy radiated a presence far beyond his age. The allies nodded, impressed but also slightly fearful of the monster-level calculation emanating from this small boy.
Daniel's eyes flicked to Lee. "We are ready. Every step, every trap, every counter—executed with precision. Our enemies won't even know what hit them."
Lee's hand lightly rested on Daniel's shoulder. "Focus on your training. Everything else, leave to me. They cannot touch you or your mother. Not today, not ever."
Daniel's cold gaze softened just slightly as he looked toward his mother's home in the distance. This is just the beginning, he thought. Every brick they built against me will fall. And they won't even see it coming.
Outside the office, whispers of Daniel's monstrous mind and ruthless strategy spread quietly through the streets, through allies and enemies alike. Inside, the bully families and the school officials realized the terrifying truth: this small boy, backed by intelligence, law, and allies, was already several moves ahead.
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