Ochieng rolled his shoulders as Gabriel "The Butcher" cracked his knuckles.
The warehouse was dead silent except for the creaking of rusted metal beams.
This wasn't just a fight.
This was a message.
The underworld had sent their executioner.
But Ochieng was no ordinary man.
Gabriel smirked.
"They say you're a ghost," he said, voice deep, rough.
Ochieng didn't reply.
Instead, he moved.
Fast.
A flicker of movement, and he was already in striking range.
Gabriel barely had time to react before—
BANG!
Ochieng's punch crashed into his ribs, sending him skidding backward.
But the man barely flinched.
He laughed.
"That all you got?"
Then, he moved.
His fist came like a hammer. Ochieng dodged, but the sheer force of the air pressure sent dust flying.
This wasn't a normal fighter.
Gabriel wasn't just strong—he was a monster.
But Ochieng…
Was something worse.
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Gabriel charged, throwing a flurry of punches.
Each one could shatter concrete.
Ochieng dodged.
Barely.
The moment he found an opening—he struck.
A precise blow to the throat.
Gabriel choked, staggering back.
Ochieng followed up with a brutal knee to the chest.
Ribs cracked.
But the Butcher grinned through the pain.
"You hit hard."
Then he grabbed Ochieng by the arm—
And hurled him across the warehouse.
Ochieng crashed through wooden crates, rolling to his feet.
Gabriel was already on him.
A fist came flying—
Ochieng ducked.
Countered.
A spinning elbow to the jaw.
Gabriel's head snapped back.
Ochieng pressed the attack.
Fists. Knees. Every strike was precise. Deadly.
Gabriel stumbled.
His movements slowed.
Ochieng didn't let up.
A roundhouse kick sent Gabriel flying—crashing through steel beams.
Dust filled the air.
Silence.
Then—laughter.
Gabriel stood up, wiping blood from his lips.
"You're fun," he admitted.
Ochieng clenched his fists.
"You're dead."
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Gabriel lunged—but this time, Ochieng was ready.
His hands blurred as he pulled something from his jacket—
A thin, silver wire.
In a flash, he looped it around Gabriel's neck.
The Butcher's eyes went wide.
Ochieng yanked—
SNAP!
Gabriel's body went still.
Then, he collapsed.
Dead.
Ochieng let the wire slip from his fingers.
One assassin down.
But this was just the beginning.
The real war was coming.