Chapter 159

The Tree Mansion, with its ornate carvings of ancient symbols and the grand tree insignia on the gigantic front door, was a hive of activity.

The hall was bustling with men moving briskly, gearing up for an imminent assault. The air was thick with the scent of oil and metal, mingling with the tension that crackled like static electricity.

Weapons of all kinds were laid out on long tables: sleek assault rifles with high-capacity magazines, shotguns with serrated barrels, and handguns with customized grips.

There were crates of ammunition, meticulously sorted into types and calibers, along with grenades, flashbangs, and other tactical explosives.

Body armor vests were stacked neatly, and night-vision goggles, communication devices, and combat knives were being checked and rechecked by the operatives.

In one corner of the mansion, away from the frenetic preparations, the mysterious man sat in his dimly lit bedroom.

His demeanor was calm, almost detached, as if the chaos outside the d