Billionaire: Money and Power

A City on Edge

Lagos was different now.

Joshua could feel it.

The bounty on his head had turned the streets into a battlefield. Gangs, mercenaries, even desperate nobodies—it seemed like everyone wanted to take their shot.

But they weren't ready for him.

They weren't ready for what was coming.

The Next Move

Joshua leaned against the black SUV, flipping his knife between his fingers. Across from him, Tunde and Zainab stood by the dock, watching the waves crash against the wood.

"We've made our statement," Tunde said. "The Order knows we're not afraid."

Zainab adjusted the strap of her rifle. "But they're not the type to back off. If anything, they'll hit harder."

Joshua smirked. "Good. That makes things easier."

Tunde sighed. "Bro, explain to me how anything about this is easy."

Joshua flipped the knife one last time and caught it. "Because they think they're hunting me."

He turned to them, eyes sharp.

"But I'm hunting them."

Setting the Bait

The plan was simple.

The Order wanted him dead? Fine. He'd give them a chance to try.

They chose the battlefield last time. Now, it was his turn.

Joshua spread the word—he'd be at the Monarch Club tonight. Open, exposed. A perfect target.

They'd come. He knew they would.

And when they did?

He'd be waiting.

The Monarch Club

The club was packed. Music pulsed through the air, lights flashing in chaotic rhythm. People danced, laughed, drank—completely unaware that a storm was about to break loose.

Joshua sat in a private booth, a glass of whiskey in front of him. He wasn't drinking. Just watching.

He saw them the moment they walked in.

Four men.

Dressed like regular clubgoers, but their movements were too controlled. Their eyes searched the crowd, hands always close to their weapons.

Tunde's voice crackled in his earpiece. "They're here."

Joshua didn't respond.

He just smiled.

The First Strike

One of the men moved first, walking toward Joshua's booth. He had a hand in his jacket, ready to draw.

Big mistake.

Before he could react, Joshua grabbed the whiskey glass and smashed it into his face.

The man stumbled back, blood streaming from his nose.

Joshua didn't let him recover.

He lunged forward, grabbing the guy's wrist and twisting. A crack echoed through the club as the bone snapped.

The man screamed.

The music kept playing.

But now, heads were turning.

Chaos Unleashed

The other three moved.

One pulled a gun.

Joshua grabbed the first guy's body and yanked him forward—bang!

A bullet buried itself in the man's back.

Joshua pushed him aside and rolled over the table. The second assassin swung a knife at him.

Joshua dodged, grabbed the man's wrist, and slammed his elbow down—snap!

The knife clattered to the floor.

He grabbed it mid-drop and drove it into the man's thigh.

A scream. Blood pooling.

Two down.

Two left.

Tunde and Zainab Join the Fight

From the second level, Tunde moved. He had a silencer on his pistol, and before the third assassin could react—pfft!

A clean shot to the leg.

The man collapsed, clutching the wound.

Zainab dropped from the rafters, landing behind the last assassin. Before he could turn, she wrapped a wire around his neck and pulled.

His struggles weakened. Then stopped.

Joshua adjusted his jacket. Looked around.

Bodies. Blood. A few clubgoers screaming and running.

But most?

Most were just watching.

Recording.

Joshua exhaled.

"Well," he muttered. "Guess I'm viral again."

A Warning Delivered

He crouched next to the only survivor—the man Tunde had shot.

"Who sent you?" Joshua asked.

The man was breathing hard, pain in his eyes. He didn't answer.

Joshua sighed.

He pulled out his phone. Showed the man a live stream—one of the clubgoers was already broadcasting the fight.

Thousands of views.

Millions soon.

Joshua leaned in.

"Tell the Order," he said, voice calm. "This is what happens when they send trash after me."

The man swallowed. Nodded weakly.

Joshua stood.

"Good."

Then he walked away.

Behind him, the club kept playing its music.

Like nothing had ever happened.