The drive to Blitsber was a long, meditative journey that took Max away from the neon-soaked skyline of Notsburg and into the quieter, more desolate stretches of the countryside. It had taken two nonstop weeks of grueling work to finally stabilize the absorption of the Gilt Rats' empire. Between selling off the non-essential businesses, liquidating the stagnant assets, and ensuring the new territorial borders were reinforced with their own people, the transition had been a logistical mountain. Now, for the first time since the war began, Max could finally catch a break.
However, a "break" for Max didn't mean sitting still or relaxing at a resort. It just meant he wasn't currently obsessed with seizing another man's assets or preparing for an immediate life-or-death struggle in the streets. Even in his downtime, he was moving forward, his mind constantly calculating the next five steps toward his ultimate goals.
