Chapter 164

Jackson stood in the middle of the old abandoned warehouse he had transformed into a makeshift home and gym.

The cavernous space echoed with the clanging of weights and the rhythmic thud of his fists hitting a worn punching bag.

Various pieces of scrap metal and discarded machinery littered the area, repurposed as exercise equipment.

His muscles glistened with sweat, and his breaths came in steady, controlled bursts as he pushed his body to its limits.

Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the warehouse, broken only by the distant drip of water. Jackson, lost in his workout, didn’t notice the three masked men creeping through the shadows.

They moved with practiced stealth, their dark clothing blending seamlessly into the dimly lit environment.

The men circled Jackson, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance.

They kept him in the center, each step bringing them closer. Jackson’s instincts kicked in, and he spun around, eyes narrowing as he took in the intruders.