Chen Chen's gaze grew increasingly somber.
After striving for so many years to reach his current position, how could he resign himself to becoming someone else's pawn and lose everything?
.........
Just past six in the morning.
The sky was still dim, only able to outline the contours of the indoor furnishings.
The newly renovated room was filled with the faint smell of latex paint.
The light blue walls and sports flooring created an ambiance of tranquil deep sea.
Forming a subtle contrast with the city outside slowly awakening.
By the floor-to-ceiling window, a red and black freestanding punching bag stood silently, like a mute sparring partner.
Several dumbbells of different weights were piled carelessly by the wall, along with a stack of identical iron plates.
In the faint morning light, reflecting a cold metallic sheen.
"Creak... Creak..."
The rhythmic and heavy sound of metal friction broke the serenity in the living room.
