Chapter 377: The Fall of a King

The once-mighty empire of M'bogo lay in ashes.

Word had spread like wildfire—his empire had collapsed within hours of his capture. The streets, once filled with his loyal men, were eerily silent, as if the city itself was holding its breath.

M'bogo sat in the middle of a dimly lit warehouse, his wrists bound to the arms of a heavy metal chair. His face, once filled with arrogance, was now a shadow of fear and defiance. Blood trickled from a fresh cut above his eyebrow, soaking into his once-pristine suit.

Before him, Ochieng stood with an expressionless gaze, his arms crossed.

"You should've seen this coming," Ochieng said, his voice calm yet piercing.

M'bogo let out a hollow laugh, his swollen lip splitting further. "You think this changes anything?"

Ochieng smirked. "It already has."

The crime lord's empire had crumbled overnight. His allies had betrayed him. His enemies had celebrated. His bank accounts had been frozen, and his secret stashes seized.

The true death of a king wasn't by the sword. It was by losing everything he had built.

M'bogo sneered despite his pain. "You don't have the guts to kill me."

Ochieng stepped aside, his smirk deepening. "Who said I have to?"

At that moment, a new figure entered the room—his heavy boots echoing against the concrete floor.

A tall man with a scarred face, sharp eyes, and the unmistakable presence of a hunter.

Jabari.

A legend in the underworld. A man whose brother had been murdered by M'bogo years ago.

For the first time, M'bogo's face paled.

Jabari cracked his knuckles. "We have unfinished business, old friend."

Ochieng turned away, leaving the room as the sound of fists meeting flesh filled the warehouse.

He had done his part.

The rest… was personal.

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Back at the safe house, the tension was thick.

Sienna sat on the couch, swirling a glass of whiskey, exhaustion evident in her usually sharp eyes.

"That was too easy," she muttered.

Across from her, Abasi frowned. "We just took down one of the biggest crime lords on the continent. Shouldn't we be celebrating?"

Ochieng stood by the window, arms folded, his mind already moving ten steps ahead.

"No," he said darkly.

The others looked at him.

"She's right," Ochieng continued. "Taking down M'bogo didn't end anything. It just created a power vacuum. And nature abhors a vacuum."

Sienna sighed, running a hand through her dark curls. "So we didn't win. We just started another war."

Ochieng smirked. "We won this battle. The war…" His eyes darkened. "Has just begun."

Just then, the phone rang.

Ochieng answered.

A familiar voice spoke on the other end. A voice he hadn't heard in years.

"You thought M'bogo was the king?"

Silence.

"He was just the pawn."

The line went dead.

Ochieng's grip tightened on the phone, his jaw clenched.

The real enemy had just revealed themselves.

And this time, the stakes were even higher.

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