The abandoned warehouse stood far from the city, surrounded by overgrown grass and broken-down buildings.No lights burned outside. No signs marked the area. No guards watched the entrance. Anyone passing by would have assumed the place had been empty for years.Deep inside, a different story unfolded. A single room had been turned into a private chamber.At the center sat a terrifying man: Master Wei Rong. He looked to be in his late sixties, though his true age was hard to tell. His long white beard reached down toward his chest, and his white hair hung loosely behind his head. Old scars covered his face—one running from his forehead to his eyebrow, another crossing his left cheek, and a third disappearing beneath his beard.His eyes were the most frightening part about him: cold, sharp, and completely emotionless.He wore a dark traditional robe and sat with a straight posture in a large wooden chair. He looked like a man who had spent decades mastering something far beyond ordinar

The city was still wide awake.Far away from the rich neighborhoods and clean streets of Riverstone City, another world operated entirely in the shadows.It was a world of illegal deals, hidden warehouses, coded messages, armed guards, and dirty money moving fast without questions.At the center of that network stood a massive warehouse registered under a fake transportation company.From the street, it looked like a standard logistics hub.Inside, the reality was completely different.Dozen of workers moved across the floor, loading heavy crates into trucks and running delivery sheets. Some managed the legitimate freight business while others handled shipments pulled straight off the harbor docks.Nobody asked questions.They knew better if they wanted to keep breathing.Upstairs in a private second-floor office, a thick-built Colombian sat behind a heavy oak desk.His name was Mateo Salazar.Mateo was in his early fifties, with thick dark hair silvering at the temples, a neatly trim

Chapter 77The private estate was hidden behind a massive iron gate and surrounded by thick trees.There were no signs outside.No name.No business logo.Nothing that suggested anyone important lived there.Inside the estate was a completely different story.A large private training ground stretched behind the main building.Men in dark uniforms stood around the area, watching silently.In the center of the training ground, two men sat across from each other beneath a large wooden pavilion.They were the final two members of the Chambers of Death.The first was Viktor Volkov, a massive Russian man in his late fifties.He had broad shoulders, a thick neck, short gray hair, and a deep scar running from his right ear down toward his jaw. His cold blue eyes rarely showed emotion.Viktor controlled an international weapons network.Weapons, mercenaries, military equipment, private armies.If someone needed firepower without questions, they went through Viktor.Across from him sat Kenjiro

The doors of the Chamber of Death opened slowly.One by one, they entered.Wei Rong arrived first.His dark robe moved slightly as he walked through the enormous stone entrance.Mateo arrived next, surrounded by two bodyguards before dismissing them outside.Malcolm entered quietly, dressed in an expensive black suit.Viktor followed.Then Kenjiro.The massive chamber was circular.Five seats stood around a large black table.At the center was a symbol carved into the floor.A circle surrounded by five sharp markings.Behind them stood another door.That door had not been opened in five years.The inner chamber.The sacred chamber.The place where the five men had once sealed the greatest threat they had ever faced.Wei Rong sat down.Mateo looked around."Five years," he noted.Malcolm pulled out his chair."Five years since all five of us sat in this room," he added.Viktor sat down heavily."We agreed never to gather again," he pointed out.Kenjiro calmly took his seat."We agreed

The glow inside the sacred chamber slowly faded.The five men remained silent.Nobody moved.For several seconds, they simply stared at the ancient markings on the floor.The light that had remained dormant for five years had appeared for only a few moments, but it was enough to change everything.Wei Rong was the first to speak."We should leave," he declared.Mateo looked at him."Just like that?" he scoffed."We have nothing more to discuss here," Wei Rong insisted.Mateo shook his head."We just received a signal that could mean Master James has a successor, and you want us to leave?" he questioned.Wei Rong's eyes hardened."What do you suggest?" he snapped. "That we sit here until whoever activated the chamber walks through that door?"Mateo said nothing.Kenjiro slowly stood up."We leave separately," he advised.Viktor frowned."Separately?" he echoed.Kenjiro nodded."We haven't gathered in five years," he explained. "If all five of us suddenly begin moving together again, pe