The drive away from the Blackfang Syndicate headquarters was unusually quiet. For several minutes, the only sounds inside Dylan's car were the low hum of the engine and the occasional movement of the tires against the asphalt. Dylan kept his attention focused on the road ahead, his hands relaxed around the steering wheel as though the events of the past hour had been nothing more than an inconvenient interruption to his day. The same could not be said for the three passengers sitting behind him. Hailey, Simon, and Felicia were still trying to process everything that had happened. Only a short while ago, they had been prisoners inside the Blackfang Syndicate's headquarters, convinced that the situation had become completely hopeless. Richie had controlled the room, his men had surrounded them, and Dylan had deliberately allowed himself to be captured before turning the entire situation around. They had watched him dismantle the gang's men with the same frightening ease they had wi

Once that was settled, another thought crossed his mind. Dylan turned toward the laptop. "Nexus." "Yes?" "I want to test something else." "I am listening." "How good are you at financial analysis?" "Please specify the financial task." Dylan thought for a moment. "Analyze the market and tell me which stocks have the strongest short-term growth potential." He paused. "I want something that could potentially rise by tomorrow morning if I invested today." For the first time, there was a slightly longer silence. "Understood. Beginning market analysis." Dylan expected to wait. Perhaps several minutes. Instead— "I have completed the analysis." Dylan's eyebrows rose. "Already?" "Yes." A detailed report appeared on the screen. Dylan leaned forward. Several publicly traded companies were listed. Their current share prices. Recent trading activity. Volume. Financial indicators. News sentiment. Institutional activity. Sector movements. Earnings expectations. Projec