Chapter 319: The Game of Kings

The city of Emerald Heights had always been a battlefield—not of guns, but of power, secrets, and influence. The skyline glittered with wealth, but beneath the surface, the shadows whispered of betrayals, assassinations, and hidden kings who pulled the strings of the world.

Tonight, Ochieng was ready to claim his throne.

Inside an underground chamber beneath the Black Orchid Hotel, the heart of his empire, Ochieng stood at the center of a grand mahogany table. Around him, his most trusted generals—Jeff, Linet, Wendy, and Tielen—listened in silence.

A large city map was spread across the table, with red marks outlining Richard Ochieng's businesses, strongholds, and key alliances.

"We hit him where it hurts," Ochieng said, his deep voice carrying authority. "First, we choke his cash flow. Linet, I want you to freeze his offshore accounts. Jeff, use your connections to collapse his stock values overnight. Wendy, plant moles in his ranks—I want every move he makes to be reported before he even makes it."

"And me?" Tielen asked, his usual smirk in place.

Ochieng's eyes darkened. "You'll be handling the Mafias of the East."

The room fell silent.

Everyone knew what that meant.

Tielen let out a low whistle. "You sure about this? The East doesn't forgive."

Ochieng met his gaze. "Then we make sure they have nothing left to forgive."

Meanwhile, across the city…

Richard Ochieng sat in his lavish penthouse, sipping an aged scotch. Across from him sat Don Li Sheng, one of the most feared mafia bosses from the East.

"So, your nephew has declared war?" Li Sheng mused, swirling his drink. "A foolish move. You should have killed him when you had the chance."

Richard chuckled. "I will. But first, I want him to suffer. Strip him of everything he holds dear before delivering the final blow."

Li Sheng smirked. "And what do I gain from helping you?"

Richard leaned in, his voice a whisper. "Half of the city. And Ochieng's head on a silver platter."

Li Sheng took a slow sip, considering the offer. "Interesting… but you and I both know that Ochieng isn't just some street rat. He's been planning this war for years. What if he wins?"

Richard's expression darkened. "Then you and I both lose."

The mafia boss leaned back in his chair, silent for a moment before letting out a dry chuckle. "Very well, Richard. Let's play this game. But I hope you're prepared to bury your own blood."

Back at the Black Orchid, Ochieng sat alone in his office, staring at an old photograph—his parents. The people Richard had stolen from him.

His grip tightened on the frame. No more waiting. No more mercy.

A knock on the door. Linet walked in. "The first phase is complete. Richard's empire is shaking."

Ochieng nodded. "Good. Now let's make it fall."

The Blood-Stained Streets

The first explosion rocked the city at exactly midnight.

A warehouse, one of Richard's biggest storage facilities, went up in flames. The second attack came minutes later—a cyber-attack that wiped out millions from his bank accounts.

Richard woke up to chaos. His phone rang nonstop.

"Sir! We've lost the warehouse on 54th Street! Millions in merchandise—gone!"

"Sir, the bank accounts—frozen!"

Richard's grip on the glass in his hand tightened until it shattered. Blood dripped from his palm, but he didn't seem to notice.

He took a deep breath and dialed a number.

"Li Sheng… it's time to kill the boy."

Across the city, in a private villa, a team of elite assassins gathered. These were not ordinary killers—they were ghosts, trained in the deadliest arts of combat. Their mission: Eliminate Ochieng.

The leader of the squad, a man known only as Shadow, received the order. A wicked smile crossed his lips.

"Prepare the team. Tonight, we hunt a king."

The Black Orchid's Last Stand

Ochieng knew this was coming. He expected it.

As he stood on the rooftop of the Black Orchid, staring down at the city he was about to rule, a quiet presence approached him from behind.

Linet.

"You know they're coming for you tonight," she whispered.

Ochieng didn't turn around. "Let them come."

Linet hesitated before stepping closer. "You don't have to do this alone, Ochieng. We can fight together."

He turned to face her, his eyes cold but filled with something else—something softer.

"I know. But this is personal."

A gust of wind swept through the rooftop as Linet reached out and placed a hand on his chest. "Promise me you'll survive."

Ochieng smirked. "I always do."

The moment was cut short by the sudden ring of his phone.

Tielen's voice came through. "Boss… they're here."

Ochieng turned toward the city, his expression unshaken.

"Let's end this."