The city was quiet on the surface, but chaos thrummed beneath. By now, every major player in the bully families' network felt the sting of Daniel's first strike. The fox-faced father paced in his high-rise office, his suit wrinkled, phone clutched tightly in his hand. Every attempt to contact his allies failed; financial transactions were frozen, and legal investigations loomed over every move.
The bulldog-faced father fumed in his den of gambling operations, shouting orders that no one could fulfill. The frog-faced family's offices were swarming with auditors and police officers, all tracing every illegal move they had ever made. Panic had taken root, and it wouldn't be leaving soon.
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Back in his home, Daniel sat at the table, quietly reviewing multiple screens. Charts, bank statements, surveillance feeds, and reports from his allied factions scrolled across the monitors. He adjusted his glasses—not out of necessity, but habit—and smiled faintly.
Lee stood silently behind him. "The ripple effect is faster than expected. They're panicking, trying to cover mistakes, and exposing themselves in the process."
Daniel's voice was calm, but every word was laced with subtle menace. "Exactly. They've underestimated a ten-year-old. Their arrogance blinds them. And their fear? That's the weapon I wield. Every flinch, every desperate call—they're feeding the trap themselves."
Lee nodded. "The media is starting to notice anomalies. Reports of frozen accounts, sudden raids, and legal interventions are beginning to leak. Soon, the public will demand answers."
Daniel's eyes gleamed coldly. "Good. Let them squirm. Every spotlight that shines on them strengthens my position. Public opinion is just another form of leverage."
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In separate meetings, the bully families gathered frantically.
"They're a child!" shouted the fox-faced father's advisor. "This is impossible. How could a kid orchestrate this?"
The father clenched his jaw. "It doesn't matter how. We need results—get that video, regain control, or we lose everything. Do you understand?"
Meanwhile, the bulldog-faced and frog-faced fathers were arguing with their legal teams, trying desperately to reverse asset freezes and shut down the investigations. But every action they took was countered by Daniel's meticulously planned strategies, executed by his allies.
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Daniel leaned back in his chair, small fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. He spoke quietly to Lee.
"We anticipate they'll try to retaliate—possibly using corrupt officials, media leaks, even physical intimidation. That's why we need a multi-layered defense: legal shields, financial redundancies, and controlled exposure. Every step they take can be manipulated."
Lee raised an eyebrow. "You're thinking three moves ahead, as always. And if they escalate physically?"
Daniel's lips curved into a faint, cruel smile. "Then they'll realize the cost of targeting me or my mother directly. Every thug, every official, every parent who thinks they can intimidate me—they're already on the board. And I control the pieces."
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Allies Coordination
Through encrypted channels, Daniel coordinated with his allied factions.
"Secure all communication lines," he instructed. "Identify every potential threat from their network—business, political, personal. Any move they make will be anticipated. We turn every weakness into leverage."
Maps and financial reports were shared across multiple locations. Surveillance of key family members, their businesses, and their political allies was established. Daniel had already anticipated their strategies before they could even conceive them.
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By evening, reports of the raids and frozen assets began leaking online. Social media exploded. Headlines screamed:
"Powerful Construction Family's Assets Frozen!"
"Illegal Loan Network Raided by Authorities!"
"Young Strategist Behind Coordinated Strikes Remains Unknown!"
The city buzzed with speculation. Whispers of a ten-year-old mastermind spread, and the bully families felt the heat of public scrutiny. Investors pulled back, business partners distanced themselves, and even minor officials began second-guessing their alliances.
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Daniel at Home
After monitoring the results for hours, Daniel finally stood and walked to his mother, carrying a small tray of tea. His demeanor softened, his eyes gentle.
"Mother, everything is fine," he said, placing the tea in front of her. "The world outside can burn, but we remain untouched. This is only the beginning. One day, no one will dare threaten us."
His mother, still worried but reassured by his calm tone, smiled weakly. "Daniel… you're extraordinary. But… are you sure it's safe?"
Daniel knelt slightly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "I've calculated every risk. Every move they make has already been considered. You'll see… one day, we won't just survive—we'll dominate."
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Outside, the city seemed to breathe normally, but the undercurrent of fear had shifted. The bully families were scrambling, legal battles mounting, and public opinion slowly turning against them. Daniel's empire had taken its first decisive step—silent, calculated, and ruthless.
Even Lee looked at the boy with a mix of awe and respect. "This… this is beyond anything I've ever seen. And he's only ten."
Daniel's small eyes gleamed, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "Ten today, master of everything tomorrow."
The pieces were in motion. The game had begun, and Daniel was already several moves ahead of everyone else.
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