Fein sat at the head of the conference table, his fingers steepled in front of him as he surveyed the room of the Dark Knights. "We've come a long way," he began, his voice low and intense. "But we can't stop here. We can't settle for just being one of many. We need to be the best, the most powerful. And to do that, we need to take control of the entire underworld."
There was a collective murmur of agreement around the table, but Kassandra spoke up, her eyes narrowed. "Fein, that's a dangerous game. We can't just waltz in and take control. There will be consequences, backlash. We need to be careful."
Fein's eyes blazed with an intensity that made even Kassandra flinch. "We've been careful enough," he said. "It's time to take action. We'll start by eliminating our enemies, one by one."
The room fell silent as Fein laid out his plan, detailing each step with precision and clarity. It was ambitious, dangerous, and exhilarating.
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