VEIL OF DESTINY :THE HIDDEN HEIR ASSERT

The city lights flickered below like scattered stars, but Ochieng's world had shrunk to this single moment.

A battle in the shadows.

A test of skill.

A dance with death.

The assassin in front of him exuded killing intent—sharp, suffocating, and absolute.

But Ochieng…

He was unfazed.

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The nameless assassin moved with impossible speed.

His blade was an extension of his body—fluid, merciless, and precise.

A normal opponent would have already been reduced to a lifeless corpse.

But Ochieng wasn't normal.

With every strike that sought his life, Ochieng's body flowed like water, evading, twisting, countering.

CLANG!

Metal clashed against metal, sending sparks into the night.

The assassin narrowed his eyes.

This was wrong.

The information he had received was clear—

Ochieng was supposed to be a waste, a nobody, a mere insect clinging to life.

But the man in front of him…

The man who smiled amidst the chaos…

Was a monster.

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Ochieng tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Is that all?"

The assassin's grip on his blade tightened.

Annoying.

Dangerous.

This wasn't a target.

This was a predator.

The assassin took a step back, his instincts screaming at him—

Run.

But before he could retreat—

BOOM!

Ochieng moved.

Faster than a whisper.

His fist slammed into the assassin's ribs.

CRACK.

The sound of bones breaking echoed through the night.

The assassin's eyes widened in shock as he staggered back, blood trickling from his lips.

Impossible.

Ochieng stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with something dark.

"Your technique is good."

He reached out—

And before the assassin could react—

SNAP.

A single twist.

A single moment.

And the assassin's wrist was shattered.

The blade clattered to the ground.

The fight was over.

Ochieng leaned in close, his voice a whisper of death.

"Tell your master… I'm coming."

The assassin's pupils shrank.

Terror.

Pure terror.

And then—

Darkness.

His consciousness faded as his body collapsed onto the rooftop.

Ochieng didn't spare him another glance.

Instead, he turned his gaze toward the distant cityscape.

His expression unreadable.

His heart calm.

The game had just begun.

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The War Council

Meanwhile, in an underground chamber, a group of men sat in silence.

Their expressions grim.

Their mood tense.

At the head of the table, Bai Sheng's fingers tapped against the polished wood.

The sound was soft.

Dangerously soft.

"Two assassins," he murmured.

"Two failures."

A man in the corner hesitated before speaking.

"Sir, perhaps we—"

BANG!

A gunshot.

A scream.

A lifeless body slumped onto the table, blood pooling beneath it.

The others stiffened, their throats dry.

Bai Sheng slowly lowered his pistol, his smile never fading.

"I don't accept failure."

A pause.

And then—

He turned to the shadowed figure in the room's farthest corner.

"Bring him in."

The door creaked open.

A new presence entered.

One that sent a chill through even the most hardened killers in the room.

A man dressed in black.

Expressionless.

Silent.

Deadly.

Bai Sheng smirked.

"Ochieng… Let's see if you can survive this one."

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