The city had changed. The streets no longer feared him the way they used to. His hands, once steady and deadly, trembled slightly. The empire he had built with blood, cunning, and ruthlessness was now stable—but he had aged.
Bra B leaned back in his chair, staring out at the skyline of the city he had ruled for decades. He had survived wars, betrayals, rival gangs, and countless attempts on his life. He had learned every lesson the world could teach him, and he had conquered every obstacle… except time itself.
The aches in his body were constant now, the sharpness in his mind dulled by years. He knew the end was near, yet he smiled faintly. Life had been cruel, but it had also been honest—every victory, every loss, every scar had been earned.
He closed his eyes one last time, letting the memories of countless battles, alliances, and schemes wash over him. In that moment, he was not afraid. He had lived fully, and now it was time to rest.
Another life awaits.
And so, Bra B, the feared and legendary gang leader, took his final breath. The world would remember him in stories of violence and strategy—but fate had more in store.