John stepped into the dimly lit strip club, the low thrum of music vibrating through the floor. Neon lights cast an almost surreal glow over the room, creating shifting patterns on the darkened walls. He scanned the interior, his sharp eyes taking in every detail despite the heavy fog of smoke and flashing lights.

On the stage, a dancer was moving gracefully, her performance both mesmerizing and distracting. Wick's focus remained unwavering as he made his way through the crowd, his gaze locked on the target he had been sent to eliminate.

With each step, he weighed the risks and planned his approach, knowing that any miscalculation could be fatal. The stakes were high, and he had come prepared for whatever lay ahead.