Chapter 17 – The Silent Storm

The city was still reeling. Joon had pulled the strings so perfectly that even the wealthiest families were whispering his name in fear. But for him, this was just the beginning.

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A grand conference room. The country's top business moguls sat at a long table, their gazes fixed on the large screen displaying stock charts. Billions were at stake.

The doors opened.

Joon stepped in, dressed in a sharp black suit. His presence alone made the room feel suffocating.

The chairman of Westbridge Financial narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

Joon slid a document across the table. "The one who now owns 51% of your company."

Gasps filled the room.

"You're bluffing," another CEO scoffed.

Joon chuckled, tapping his phone. A second later, their private servers crashed. The security feeds flickered.

"I don't bluff."

Silence.

The chairman swallowed hard. "What do you want?"

Joon leaned forward, his voice calm yet commanding.

"Everything."

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While the city bowed before him, Joon's nights were spent in the underground dojo.

Sweat dripped from his brow as he dodged a flurry of strikes from Master Han, a retired assassin. The older man was ruthless, but Joon was relentless.

A final kick sent Joon sprawling.

"You hesitate," Master Han muttered.

Joon wiped blood from his lips. "Not for long."

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At a high-rise balcony, a woman watched the city lights. She swirled her wine, eyes gleaming with interest.

"So, the ghost of Westbridge has awakened?"

A man in a dark suit stood behind her. "He took down the Kang family overnight. Now, he's coming for the corporations."

The woman smirked. "Then it's time I remind him… he's not the only one with power."