Complicated Problem

In the silhouette of towering skyscrapers framing the Manhattan sky, a man stood in the middle of his apartment. Sunlight shines on the clean and refreshing wooden floor. Large windows showcased the pulsating city life below. Surrounding him, modern furnishings conveyed an impression of simplicity that aligned with the apartment's aesthetic. And as he was now in the gym room, the surroundings undoubtedly doubled as workout equipment.

Bagh-bagh dugh~

After a few final strikes, he finally decided to stop. His body still trembled after an intense martial arts training session, and sweat glistened on his entire body. He reached for a bottle of cold water from the fridge, gulping it down with satisfaction after going through a series of energy-draining moves and strikes.

"Sir, is this enough?" asked someone still holding a punching bag.

"Hmm. Seems like it's sufficient," replied Murad as he grabbed a dry towel for himself. "You can go back."