2026-03-30 20:54:26Chapter 3: The Casino Butcher
The Eko Hotel & Suites was glowing like a diamond under the Victoria Island moon. I stepped out of a yellow taxi—the last time I would ever sit in one—and adjusted the lapels of my suit. It was the same suit I had slept in on a cardboard box forty-eight hours ago, but now, with ₦50,000,000 sitting in my bank account, it felt like armor. "Oga, you can't park that rickety thing here," the valet sneered, waving the taxi away. He looked at me, his lip curling. "The private gala is for VVIPs only. Entry f*e alone is five hundred thousand." I didn't say a word. I just pulled out my phone and showed him the balance. The valet’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He stuttered, his back bending into a deep bow. "Ah! Welcome, Chairman! My apologies, sir! This way, please!" Money doesn't just talk in Lagos; it commands. I walked into the VIP lounge. The air was cool, smelling of expensive cigars and aged cognac. In the center of the room, a high-stakes poker game was happening. And there he was. Prince Ola. The man who had stolen Adaeze from me. The man who had laughed while my uncle kicked me out. He was sitting with a mountain of chips in front of him, a glass of blue label scotch in his hand. "Look who it is," Prince Ola shouted, his voice booming across the room. The other players—mostly sons of ministers and oil barons—turned to look. "The disgraced economist! Emeka, did you come here to wash the windows? Or are you looking for leftovers from the buffet?" The table erupted in laughter. One of the girls sitting next to Ola giggled, hiding her face behind a silk fan. "I’m here to play, Ola," I said, my voice calm. I pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite him. "With what? Your certificates?" Ola laughed, throwing a ₦1M chip into the pot. "This is a big boy table. Minimum buy-in is ten million. Go back to the mainland before security throws you out." [DING!] [Business Insight Eye: Activated.] The world slowed down. Green lines of data started flowing over the cards, the players, and even the drinks. [Target: Prince Ola] [Hand: Pair of Kings (Strong, but arrogant).] [Status: Bluffing his confidence level. He is currently down ₦40M and desperate to win it back before his father finds out.] I looked at the dealer. "Ten million buy-in? Make it twenty." The room went dead silent. Prince Ola’s glass stopped halfway to his mouth. "Twenty million? You? Where would a rat like you get that kind of money?" "Does it matter?" I asked, sliding my card across the felt table. "Check the funds. Or are you afraid to lose to a 'rat'?" The floor manager ran the card. His hands were shaking when he brought it back. "The... the funds are cleared, Prince Ola. Twenty million Naira." Ola’s face turned a dark, bruised purple. He slammed his hand on the table. "Fine! Deal the cards! I’ll strip you naked and send you back to Apapa in your boxers!" The game was fast. For an hour, I played like a ghost. I folded when the System showed me I’d lose. I bet small when the odds were even. Ola was getting frustrated. He was drinking faster, his bets becoming wild and angry. [New Mission: The Casino Butcher.] [Objective: Take Prince Ola for everything he brought tonight.] [Reward: Market Pulse Skill (Level 2) + ₦100,000,000 Bonus.] The final hand began. The pot was already sitting at ₦60 Million. I looked at my cards. Two sevens. Garbage to any normal player. But the System flashed. [Deck Analysis: The River card will be a Seven of Hearts.] [Probability of Winning: 99.8%] "I’m bored, Emeka," Ola sneered, pushing his entire pile of chips into the center. "All in. Fifty million Naira. Let’s see if your 'luck' holds." The crowd gasped. Fifty million was enough to buy a fleet of luxury cars. "I'll call," I said, my voice like ice. "And I'll raise you." "Raise me with what?" Ola laughed hysterically. "You’ve tapped out!" "I’ll raise you with the deed to your father’s warehouse in Ikorodu," I said. Ola froze. "How... how do you know about that?" "I know it’s the only asset you haven't mortgaged yet," I replied. "Value it at forty million. That makes the total pot one hundred and fifty million Naira. Do you have the liver, or are you just a Prince on paper?" Ola was sweating now. The girl next to him moved away, sensing the shift in power. He looked at his hand—three Aces. He thought he was invincible. "I call!" Ola screamed. "Flip them!" Ola showed his Aces. He stood up, ready to grab the chips. "I told you! You’re nothing! You’re—" The dealer flipped the final card. The Seven of Hearts. "Three of a kind," the dealer whispered, his voice trembling. "Mr. Osei wins." The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush a man. Ola slumped back into his chair, his face turning a sickly white. He had lost everything. Not just his money, but his father’s warehouse. He was ruined. "You... you cheated," Ola whispered, his eyes wide. "There’s no way..." I stood up, gathering the mountain of chips. I leaned over the table, my shadow falling over him. "You told me plans are for losers, Ola," I whispered, loud enough only for him to hear. "But the System doesn't care about your plans. It only cares about results." I turned to the floor manager. "Cash me out. And send a bottle of your cheapest water to the Prince. He looks like he’s thirsty." [DING!] [Mission Accomplished: The Casino Butcher.] [Reward: ₦100,000,000 Added to Account.] [New Skill Unlocked: MARKET PULSE (Level 2)] As I walked out of the VIP lounge, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Chief Boniface. “Emeka, we need to talk. I can explain everything about the Zenith board meeting. Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” I deleted the message without replying. [System Warning: 24 Hours Remaining for Omoni Heights Takeover.] [Current Balance: ₦210,000,000.] "Ikoyi was just the appetizer," I said to the night air. "Now, I'm going to take their land." I signaled for the hotel’s private Rolls Royce. This time, the valet didn't just open the door; he kept his head bowed until the car pulled out of the driveway.
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