The city's skyline glimmered under the late afternoon sun, but Daniel's mind was far from the serene view. Every corner of the city, every alley, every office of his enemies had been mapped, analyzed, and assessed. His ten-year-old body seemed ordinary, but the monster inside calculated like a seasoned general.
Lee stood beside him, leaning over a tablet displaying satellite images, financial data, and surveillance feeds. "They're consolidating, trying to protect what's left. The fox-faced father is moving his remaining assets offshore. The bulldog and frog-faced families are scrambling—some have even hired more muscle."
Daniel's small lips curved into a faint, cruel smile. "Perfect. That's exactly what I want. Panic makes people predictable. Every rash move they make will be exploited."
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Encrypted messages buzzed across the devices. Daniel's allied factions were ready: mafia enforcers, former prosecutors, financial hackers, and political insiders—all waiting for his command.
"We hit all their strongholds simultaneously," Daniel instructed, voice calm but sharp. "Construction depots, gambling dens, illegal loan offices. Every asset frozen, every thug neutralized, every family's power base destabilized. We leave nothing to chance. Precision is key."
Lee nodded. "And the legal framework?"
Daniel's eyes glimmered coldly. "Already in place. Banks are monitoring, legal teams are on standby. Every move they attempt will be evidence against them. If anyone retaliates, they only dig their own graves faster."
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By nightfall, the operation was in full swing. Daniel watched from a secure location, coordinating the strikes like a maestro conducting a symphony.
The fox-faced father's construction depots were immobilized, guards neutralized without casualties.
The bulldog-faced family's gambling dens were raided; assets seized and hidden funds traced.
The frog-faced family's illegal loans were exposed, documents shredded or copied as evidence, and every debtor identified for leverage.
Each faction worked in perfect synchronization, following Daniel's precise instructions. Panic erupted in the bully families' ranks. Phones rang incessantly, but every call went unanswered or intercepted.
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Daniel's monitor showed the reactions: the fox-faced father's face turned red with rage, fists pounding the desk. The bulldog-faced father shouted orders that couldn't be executed. The frog-faced family's office descended into chaos, papers scattered, threats thrown into the air like sparks from a fire.
Daniel whispered to Lee, "Fear is the sharpest weapon. Their arrogance built their empire; their panic will tear it down."
Lee smirked. "You've become a monster, Daniel. But… it's brilliant."
Daniel's small figure remained calm, almost childlike. Yet in his eyes, there was a predatory glint. "Monsters are just those who survive and adapt. Today, we survive. Tomorrow, we dominate."
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By midnight, media outlets had caught wind of financial anomalies and sudden raids. Social networks were ablaze:
"Construction tycoon's assets frozen by mysterious strategist!"
"Illegal loan network exposed; public outrage rises!"
"Ten-year-old mastermind behind coordinated strikes?"
Even government officials began whispering. Daniel's meticulous planning ensured that every action taken against the bully families was backed by legal documentation, making retaliation dangerous and potentially catastrophic for them.
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After the first wave of strikes, Daniel returned home, small arms full of groceries and supplies for his mother. The chaos outside was invisible to her; she only saw her son walking in, smiling faintly.
"Mother, everything's fine," he said, placing bags on the kitchen counter. "The world can burn, but we are safe."
His mother, weary yet comforted, smiled. "Daniel… you always know what to do. I don't understand it, but I trust you."
Daniel's tone softened, innocent yet confident. "This is only the beginning. One day, you won't need to worry. We will live in comfort, and no one will ever threaten us again."
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As Daniel lay in bed that night, he reflected on the day's success. The bully families were weakened, their power base fractured. Their mafia connections exposed. Their assets partially seized. Their reputation tarnished.
And yet… this was just the first step.
Lee's voice broke the silence, calm and approving. "They won't recover easily. You've made sure of that."
Daniel's small hand clenched his blanket, eyes glinting with cruel determination. "Good. But we won't stop here. The empire grows with every move. Every weakness we exploit brings us closer to absolute control. And when the time comes, nobody—not the law, not gangsters, not politicians—will be able to touch us."
Outside, the city slept, oblivious to the storm brewing in the shadows. And in those shadows, Daniel prepared the next wave, a predator biding his time, calculating every strike, every consequence.
Chapter End.