Rise of a Ruthless Strategist
Taking Control
Wick didn't waste time. The moment he was put in charge of expanding Hamza's business, he took it as a challenge.
Hamza was a gun manufacturer—one of the biggest suppliers in the underground market. But Wick wasn't interested in running things the way they had always been run. He wanted more.
First, he studied the entire operation—how the guns were made, where the parts were sourced, who was responsible for distribution.
And he found a flaw.
The parts supplier had been delivering defective components.
That wasn't just a mistake. That was disrespect.
And Wick didn't tolerate disrespect.
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A Warning in Blood
Without informing anyone, Wick went alone to meet the supplier.
It was a rundown factory, the stench of oil and metal filling the air. Workers glanced at him, whispering, sensing the shift in atmosphere as he walked through the facility like he owned it.
Reaching the center of the factory, he called out.
"Where's your boss?"
A man with a cigarette hanging from his lips stepped forward, arms crossed. Sean.
He gave Wick a once-over and scoffed. "Who the hell are you? And what do you want?"
Wick didn't bother with introductions. His cold, unwavering stare was enough to send a ripple of unease through the workers.
"You're delivering garbage." His voice was calm, almost bored. "That ends today. Either you fix it, or you don't leave this place alive."
Silence.
Then, Sean laughed.
Until Wick pulled out his gun and shot one of the defected parts lying on a table—blowing it to pieces.
Everyone froze.
The implication was clear.
Sean swallowed hard. "We'll fix it. Immediately."
And just like that, the problem was solved.
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Expanding the Empire
Hamza was pleased with the increased efficiency in production. But it wasn't enough.
"I want the business to grow," he told Wick one evening. "By any means necessary."
Wick smirked. "Then I need full control."
There was a pause.
Hamza studied him, trying to figure out his angle. Then, slowly, he nodded.
"Fine. You have full freedom. Don't disappoint me."
Wick didn't.
His first move?
A party.
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A Feast for Betrayal
Wick arranged a grand gathering—a supposed alliance meeting for every major gun manufacturer in the region. The invitation promised unity, power, and mutual prosperity.
In just three days, they all arrived.
Drinks flowed. Conversations buzzed. Laughter echoed through the grand hall.
But Wick?
He didn't drink. He didn't celebrate. He waited.
And when the moment was right—when every competitor sat together in one room, toasting to a future they would never see—
Wick injured them all.
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The Aftermath
Hamza stood over the carnage, expression unreadable.
Finally, he spoke. "Was that necessary?"
Wick wiped the blood from his hands, his eyes cold. "To expand the business, you have to eliminate the competition."
Hamza exhaled. "They weren't our enemies."
Wick gave him a small, knowing smile. "Sometimes, the bait has to die to catch the king."
It took Hamza a moment to understand.
Wick wasn't just killing rivals. He was creating a monopoly.
And it worked.
With no competition, Wick tripled the production of firearms. Many called him mad—insane for increasing output when there was no immediate demand.
But within two weeks, something changed.
Through deals, intimidation, and manipulation, demand skyrocketed.
Production didn't just increase by 3x—it increased by 4x.
Hamza could only watch in awe. His business was no longer just thriving—it was dominating.
And it was all because of Wick.
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A Night of Elegance Amidst Chaos
A week later, as Hamza's empire continued to rise, another announcement was made—this time, in a completely different world.
The colleges hosting the tournament had arranged for a grand ball—a formal event for all participants.
The streets spoke of glamour, elegance, and celebration.
But Wick?
He had just built an empire on blood and betrayal.
And now, he was expected to waltz into a ballroom as if none of it had ever happened.
A smirk played at the corner of his lips.
"A ball, huh?"
He wasn't sure if he was laughing at the irony…
Or if he was simply interested in what would come next.
To be continued...