Chapter 126: The Devil’s Awakening

Neon lights flickered over the rain-slicked streets of Emerald City.

The skyline, once a testament to wealth and power, now bore the scars of war.

Sirens wailed in the distance.

But Ochieng was already gone.

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Pain seared through his side, but he kept moving.

The Black Widow had spared him.

But she had also betrayed him.

A warning shot. A mercy.

Yet mercy had no place in his world anymore.

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Deep in the underground sanctuary of the Black Guard, Ochieng sat in the dimly lit room, pressing a bloodied rag against his wound.

Tielen stood before him, arms crossed. "You should be dead."

Jeff poured a glass of whiskey, watching silently. "She let you live."

Linet leaned against the doorframe, her voice laced with concern. "What do we do now?"

Ochieng's fingers tightened around the glass in his hand.

"We burn it all down."

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Across the city, the power vacuum left by Lucien's death had set off a chain reaction.

Crime syndicates clashed.

Billionaires shifted alliances.

A war was coming.

And at the center of it all—Ochieng.

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The air was thick with perfume and cigarette smoke.

At the heart of an exclusive penthouse club, a woman sat, watching the chaos unfold on the news.

Alessandra Moretti.

Billionaire heiress. Media tycoon.

And the woman who had once held Ochieng's heart in her hands—only to crush it.

Her red lips curled into a smirk. "He's still alive."

A shadow moved behind her. "For now."

She picked up her phone. "Find him."

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Power, beauty, temptation.

It was a game she had mastered long ago.

But Ochieng was no fool.

This time, if Alessandra wanted to play…

She would lose everything.

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As midnight struck, the city held its breath.

The war had begun.

And there would be no mercy.

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