Ethan sat behind the sprawling mahogany desk of the Chairman's office, the city lights a glittering carpet below him. His secretary, Ms. Evelyn, stood before him, her expression a mixture of awe and professionalism. "Mr. Vance," she began, her voice crisp, "as per your directive, all partnerships with the Sterling Group have been terminated. Their stock value plummeted to zero. The company declared bankruptcy two hours ago. The Sterling family fortune is gone." Ethan swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his face unreadable. "And the son? Chad?" Ms. Evelyn's professional mask faltered for a second. "He's... unhinged, sir. We have intel he liquidated his last remaining personal assets. He's used the money to hire a team of professional killers. They plan to strike tonight. Sir, your security detail..." A flicker of amusement crossed Ethan's lips, a cold, dangerous sight. "Security? Let the rats come. This is not a matter of security. It is a matter of extermination. You are dismissed." Evelyn bowed and left, the heavy doors closing with a soft click. Ethan stared into the night, the reflection in the glass showing a face devoid of emotion. The revenge he had craved for five years was just beginning. This was merely the appetizer. Later, in his penthouse, the silence was absolute. Ethan stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, not even bothering to draw the curtains. He was a king in his castle, waiting. Suddenly, the reinforced glass shattered inward. Black-clad figures, armed with silenced pistols and combat knives, poured into the room, their movements swift and deadly. They saw their target, his back turned, an easy kill. The assassins break into Ethan's home. Ethan doesn't even look up — the Vance dynasty's mercenaries emerge from the shadows and snap the assassins' limbs in ten seconds.

The Revenge Begins