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The bass thumped through the floorboards of the dimly lit strip club, neon shadows dancing on the walls. John Wick stood in the haze, his silhouette sharp against the chaos. His eyes, cold and calculating, cut through the smoke to lock onto a figure on stage. The air grew heavy with tension as he moved through the crowd, a predator assessing its prey. Every step was deliberate, every glance a threat assessment. The target was in sight, and the dance of death was about to begin.