The silence inside the underground bunker was heavier than a lead coffin. Sledge and his boys froze, their hands slowly lifting into the air as they stared into the barrel of Chief Solomon's golden-plated service pistol."Papa," Adekunle said calmly, his fingers remaining flat on the mahogany desk. He didn't stand up from his father's leather chair. "You didn't go to the election victory dinner?""I don't celebrate early, Boy," Chief Solomon hissed, his grip steady on the weapon. "I knew your small, arrogant brain would think it was smart to come back here. You think you can steal my life and walk away? I created you, Adekunle. And I will erase you tonight."Sledge gripped his hidden iron rod tightly, his eyes darting toward the door, but he knew the silencer on that pistol would finish him before he could even take two steps."You can't erase me, Papa," Adekunle smiled, a slow, terrifyingly confident grin that made Chief Solomon's eyes narrow.With his left hand, Adekunle slowly turned the screen of his burner phone toward his father.On the screen, a red icon was blinking aggressively: ● LIVE."What is that?" Chief Solomon growled, his voice dropping into a dangerous pitch."Before you walked into this room, I didn't just open your ledger," Adekunle explained smoothly, his voice echoing clearly into the phone's microphone. "I connected this burner phone to your private office satellite router. Right now, we are live-streaming on TikTok, YouTube, and Webnovel's media forum. Over fifty thousand Nigerians—including international journalists and the Chief of Army Staff—are watching us live."Chief Solomon's face instantly lost its color. His hand trembled slightly. "You are lying.""Look at the comments scrolling, Papa," Adekunle mocked, pointing at the screen where thousands of messages were flying across the display.User1: "Jesus! The Nollywood movie is real?! Look at Chief Solomon with a gun!"
User2: "He just admitted he created the whole script! Record this live stream sharply!"
User3: "The military must arrest this man tonight! Look at the corruption ledger on the desk!""Shut it down!" Chief Solomon roared, his professional military composure completely shattering as he stepped forward, pointing the gun directly at Adekunle's head. "Shut it down now before I blow your brains out!""If you shoot me live on camera, the whole world watches a military General execute his own son to cover up his corruption," Adekunle said, his voice as cold as ice. He lifted the leather ledger, holding it right in front of the phone camera lens. "Every single bank account, every bribe to Sergeant Sunday, every illegal oil deal—it is already captured on the internet. Your career is finished, Chief Solomon. Your promotion is dead."The heavy steel door of the bunker suddenly rattled violently from the outside."Sir! Open the door!" the Captain's voice shouted frantically through the intercom. "The military police and the State Security Command are at the main gate! They have a federal warrant for your arrest! The video don go viral across the country!"Sledge let out a loud, chaotic laugh, lowering his hands as he looked at Chief Solomon, who was now sweating profusely under his heavily decorated uniform. "Oshey! Chief pikin! The market don finally collapse!"Chief Solomon looked at the phone, then at the ledger, and finally at his son. For the first time in his life, the powerful, corrupt General looked completely defeated. His hand dropped, the golden pistol slipping from his fingers and clattering onto the concrete floor.Adekunle stood up from the leather chair, picked up the burner phone, and ended the live stream. He looked at his father with absolute detachment."You wanted to train me to be a ruthless leader for your street army, Papa," Adekunle whispered, walking past him toward the door. "You forgot that a wolf's cub grows up to hunt the wolf. Thank you for the barracks training."