Joy Turns to Sorrow

After leaving the room, Blaise instructed the two soldiers, "Lock the door. No one is allowed in or out!"

With that, he led the remaining soldiers downstairs into the courtyard, intending to drive out of the Presidential Palace and head for the television station.

The entire Presidential Palace had long since been brought under the control of Blaise's men. At first, some people had tried to resist, but after several were gunned down by the soldiers, the rest became obedient.

They had now been gathered in a large conference room under guard, awaiting a decision on how to deal with them.

Blaise was not a bloodthirsty man. He understood that Burkina Faso did not have many highly educated, intelligent people to begin with.

And the staff inside the Presidential Palace were basically the "elite."

Once he took office, he would still need these people to help him work. Naturally, he could not have them all killed.

Meanwhile, just as Blaise and his men made their move in the capital, Mumu was also summoned by the old chief.

"Blaise has already made his move. I just received the latest news—they've taken control of the situation. Let's go to the living room and watch TV. Blaise will make a televised address shortly, announcing that Compaoré is stepping down due to health reasons and that he will temporarily take over the Presidential Palace..."

The old chief quickly explained the situation.

Mumu was also startled. He had not expected Blaise to be so formidable. Without relying on anyone else's help, he had pulled off the entire operation by himself.

It seemed that he, the old chief, and the other tribal forces were really just there to lend support, with no real role to play.

Of course, it might also be that Blaise did