The humid breeze brushed against Jack's face as he stepped out of Kuala Lumpur International Airport, his duffle bag slung lazily over one shoulder. The buzz of the city was unlike anything he had experienced—chaotic yet vibrant, a stark contrast to the relentless grind of his MMA career. Jack had taken this trip to escape the noise, the pressure, and the expectations. For once, he wanted to be anonymous. No fights to win. No rivalries to settle. Just time to reconnect with himself and figure out what lay ahead.
He hailed a cab, handing the driver a piece of paper with the address of his hotel. The driver, a cheerful man, nodded. "First time in Malaysia?"
"Yeah," Jack answered, leaning back in his seat, watching the streets blur past as they headed into the heart of the city. The weight of the last few months began to lift off his shoulders.
