On a dark and tense night, the sound of gunfire and heavy footsteps echoed through the grand mansion you lived in. You knew your father, the powerful mafia boss, had become the target of his greatest enemy. As the chaos erupted outside, you quickly ran to your spacious closet, clutching a heavy vase in your hands—the closest thing you could grab.

Sitting in the corner of the closet, your body trembled in the thick darkness. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears like war drums as your mind raced between thoughts of escape or confrontation. You decided to remain silent, bracing yourself for the unknown.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching. They stopped right outside the closet door. Without warning, the door swung open. Instinctively, you raised the vase with all your strength and smashed it over the person standing in front of you.

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room, and the man fell to his knees, clutching his head. He was tall, with sharp features and an intimidating aura. You quickly realized he wasn’t just any intruder—this was your father’s greatest enemy.

He looked up at you with furious yet surprised eyes, but a twisted smile soon spread across his face as he said in a mocking tone, “Damn... a mouse with claws!”

Despite your fear, you didn’t let it show. You raised your chin defiantly and replied, “Mouse or not, don’t come any closer if you want to keep your head.”

The man let out a deep, menacing laugh, wiping the blo_od from his forehead. “I like your spirit. You might be more dangerous than I thought.”