NOVEL WEB Chapter 22: Chapter 22 – The Dance of Death
A thick fog rolled over the city, clinging to the streets like a silent predator.
Even those who knew nothing of the underworld could feel it—
Something was coming.
The gangsters, the businessmen, the corrupt politicians—
They all felt a cold shiver run down their spines.
Black Fang was here.
And when Black Fang arrived, people disappeared.
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The apartment complex looked abandoned.
Only a single light flickered on the fourth floor.
Inside, Ochieng sat in a chair, his back to the door, staring at the skyline.
He wasn't afraid.
But he was waiting.
A creak.
A breath of wind.
Then—silence.
Ochieng smirked.
"You're good," he said, not turning around.
The shadows shifted.
A figure stepped forward, slow and deliberate.
Dressed in all black.
No sound. No scent. No presence.
Black Fang.
"You knew I was coming."
Ochieng finally turned, his eyes meeting the assassin's.
"It wasn't hard to guess."
A cold, dead silence filled the room.
Then—
The fight began.
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No words. No hesitation.
Just violence.
Black Fang moved first, a blur of motion.
A blade cut through the air—aimed straight for Ochieng's throat.
CLANG.
Metal met metal as Ochieng deflected it with a hidden dagger.
Black Fang's eyes flickered with recognition.
This wasn't just a man.
This was someone trained.
Someone deadly.
Ochieng countered, his fist slamming toward Black Fang's ribs.
The assassin twisted, evading with inhuman precision.
Then—a kick.
Ochieng blocked, but the force sent him skidding back.
They stared at each other.
Measured. Calculated.
For the first time in a long time, Black Fang spoke.
"You're not ordinary."
Ochieng wiped a small trickle of blood from his lip.
"And you're not invincible."
A smile.
Then—
They attacked again.
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The fight raged on.
The small apartment couldn't contain them.
Walls shattered. Furniture splintered.
They crashed through the window—
And into the night.
Ochieng landed on his feet on the rooftop below.
Black Fang followed, silent as a ghost.
Rain began to fall, soaking them both.
The city lights flickered, casting long shadows.
The world had no idea that, on this rooftop, two monsters were fighting.
Not for power.
Not for revenge.
But for survival.
Only one would walk away.
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