Chapter 31: The Road to the Main Market ​The SUV skidded sideways, tires screaming against the asphalt as Tobi dodged another explosion. The hit squad from the silver-dagger helicopter wasn't playing. They were trying to flip us before we even crossed the Niger Bridge. ​"Emeka, they are jamming our signals!" Chidi yelled, holding onto his laptop for dear life. "I can’t reach the local security firms! 'Viper' Okafor has locked down the entire communication grid between here and Onitsha!" ​"He thinks he can isolate me," I growled, clutching the door handle as the car swerved. "He forgot that my system doesn't need a cell tower. It runs on the wealth of the world." ​I looked at the gold ring. It was glowing with a fierce, concentrated heat. ​[WARNING: Hostile Force Detected.] [Targeting: 'The Viper’s' Private Militia.] [Action: Initiating 'The Judas Reversal'.] ​"Tobi, stop the car," I commanded. ​"Are you crazy, Boss? They will blow us to pieces!" ​"Stop the car, Tobi

Chapter 33: The Sugar King’s Bitter End​The drive into Akwa Ibom was smooth, but the tension in the car was thick. Chidi was already digging into the "Sugar King’s" digital footprint. We were heading toward a massive plantation where Chief Okon lived like a colonial master.​"Emeka, this man is smart," Chidi said, tapping his screen. "He doesn't keep his money in regular banks anymore. Since you started hitting the others, he moved his entire net worth into a private 'Sugar-Backed' cryptocurrency. He thinks it’s untraceable."​"He thinks a digital coin can protect him from the ghost of Anthony Osei?" I asked. I looked at the gold ring. It was glowing with a sharp, crystal-clear white light.​[TARGET 14: Chief Effiong Okon.][Position: Chairman, Delta Sweet Industries.][Role in 1998: The Refueler. Provided the airstrip and fuel for the killers to escape the country.]​[DING!][New Mission: Bitter Harvest.][Objective: Crash the 'Sugar-Coin' market and seize the private airstrip.][Re

Chapter 35: The Gridlock​Lagos was a furnace. The heat coming off the asphalt in Apapa was enough to melt tires, but the real heat was coming from the thousands of fuel tankers lined up as far as the eye could see. They sat like giant metal beasts, blocking every artery of the city.​"Emeka, the city is paralyzed," Chidi said, wiping sweat from his forehead as he stared at the traffic drone feed. "Chief Gbadamosi has ordered a total strike. He says if the government doesn't stop 'the Osei boy' from harassing honest businessmen, he will keep these roads blocked until the country runs out of petrol."​I looked at the gold ring. It was pulsing a deep, angry orange—the color of a warning light.​[TARGET 16: Chief 'Baba' Gbadamosi.][Position: Life Patron, National Union of Tanker Drivers.][Role in 1998: The Roadblock. He coordinated a fake 'protest' that blocked the main hospital route, ensuring your father bled out in the back of the car.]​"He likes to play with roads," I said, my voi

Chapter 37: The Confession​The Holy Ghost Cathedral in Enugu was packed. The air was thick with the smell of incense and the sound of a hundred voices singing in harmony. At the altar, a man in a spotless white robe knelt before the congregation. This was Father Matthew, the man the city knew as a saintly servant of the poor.​But to me, he was just Matthew the Driver. The man who checked his watch in 1998 and signaled the killers that the back door was unlocked.​"Emeka, the security here isn't like the others," Chidi whispered as we sat in the back pew, hidden in the shadows. "People here love him. They think he’s a living miracle. If you cause a scene in the house of God, you might not make it out of Enugu alive."​"I’m not here to cause a scene, Chidi. I’m here to give him the one thing he’s been preaching about for twenty-eight years," I said. My hand gripped the gold ring, which was pulsing with a soft, mournful violet light. "I’m here to give him the truth."​[TARGET 18: Fathe

Chapter 39: The Candidate​Lagos was painted in the colors of a political campaign. Billboards of Chief Bode Thomas were everywhere. He was smiling, promising "A New Dawn for Lagos." But I knew the truth behind that smile. In 1998, that mouth was busy whispering to the High Table while his hands were busy signing away my father's hard-earned billions.​"Emeka, he’s at the TBS Square right now," Chidi said, his fingers flying across the laptop. "He’s surrounded by thousands of supporters. He’s about to give his final speech before the election. This is his peak."​"The higher they climb, the harder they fall, Chidi," I said. I looked at the gold ring. It was glowing with a blinding, pure white light. The System knew this was the finale for this stage.​[TARGET 20: Chief Bode Thomas.][Position: Former Chairman, Bank of Lagos / Gubernatorial Candidate.][Role in 1998: The Money Mover. He facilitated the illegal wire transfers that emptied the Osei accounts into the High Table’s offshore