THE FALLOUT

Kaiwen stood in the middle of his study, the room deathly silent. The faint sound of rain tapping against the windows filled the space, but his mind was elsewhere. His fists clenched tightly at his sides as he replayed the employee's broken words.

"An accident... it's over..."

But Kaiwen knew better. This wasn’t an accident. His enemy had finally made their move. The question wasn’t why—it was how.

A knock interrupted his thoughts. He turned sharply, his icy glare fixed on the door. One of his trusted guards entered cautiously, his head bowed.

"Sir, the car wreckage has been found. The report confirms... it was targeted."

Kaiwen’s jaw tightened. He didn’t flinch or show the storm brewing inside him, but the air around him seemed to grow heavier. "What else?"

The guard hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "The brakes were tampered with. It wasn’t random, sir. Someone wanted him dead."

Kaiwen’s piercing gaze met the guard’s. "And?"

"There’s a witness, sir," the guard finally said. "A street vendor saw a black SUV leave the scene moments before the crash. He said the driver was wearing a red mask."

Kaiwen’s lips curled into a cold smile. A red mask. The signature of his enemy's faction. They weren’t trying to hide—they wanted him to know.

He turned back to his desk, picking up the glass of whiskey he’d abandoned earlier. He downed it in one go, the burn doing nothing to dull the fury building inside him.

"Bring me everything we have on the red mask crew. Every contact, every location, every rumor," Kaiwen ordered, his voice steady, dangerous.

The guard nodded. "Yes, sir."

As the door shut behind him, Kaiwen sat back in his chair, his mind racing. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. His enemy wanted to send a message, but they had underestimated him.

The phone on his desk buzzed again, pulling him from his thoughts. Another unknown number.

Kaiwen answered, his voice like steel. "Speak."

"Do you like the gift, Kaiwen?" The voice was low, mocking.

Kaiwen didn’t react, his grip on the phone tightening. "Careful with your words. They might be your last."

The voice chuckled. "Oh, I doubt that. You’re smart—you know who I am. And now, you know what I’m capable of. Consider this... a warning."

Kaiwen’s eyes darkened. "Warnings are for cowards. If you think you’ve won, you’re more foolish than I thought."

The line went dead before he could finish, the enemy cutting him off. Kaiwen slammed the phone down, his calm exterior finally cracking.

He stared at the empty room, his thoughts razor-sharp. This wasn’t over. His enemy thought they could break him, but they had only awakened the storm.

Kaiwen stood, straightened his suit, and walked out of the study. His guards lined the hallways, each one standing to attention as he passed.

"Prepare the men," Kaiwen ordered. "We strike at dawn."

For the first time that night, a faint smirk played on his lips. If his enemy wanted war, he would give them a war they wouldn’t survive.

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