Road-Owners

"I think the senator's place should be reeking with cash, i just hope it is… i cant take anymore disappointments".

Cipher! "Link up the coordinates of all the politicians left within our selected mile radius".

[Affirmative]

[Target locked, in 5.9km ahead turn left]

With a sense of purpose and determination, Jcole got busy. He efficiently navigated through the locations, and within a few hours, he was driving to the last destination on his list. A subtle smile played on his lips, indicating that he was in a good mood, perhaps with the anticipation of success or a well-executed plan.

Jcole, thinking he could save time, opted for a shorter route to his destination, little did he know that this choice would lead to an unexpected and rather frustrating turn of events. The road he had taken was under maintenance, and it was far from the smooth journey he had expected. He had to navigate slowly, maneuvering around potholes and other obstacles.

As he gnashed his teeth in regret while passing through the rough road, another incident added to his vexation. A group of individuals surrounded his car, and a commanding voice shouted, "Hey there! Get down from that car!" Before Jcole could fully comprehend what was happening, his car was encircled.

It soon became apparent to him that this was a classic street extortion attempt. A chubby man in tattered clothes approached his window, but before he could reach it, another slightly chubby man arrived, straightened the first man's clothing and dusted his trousers to his satisfaction. They exchanged nods, seemingly in agreement.

The chubby man cleared his throat, resuming his bending posture, and knocked gently on Jcole's car while motioning for him to roll down the window. Jcole couldn't help but find the situation somewhat comical – the attempt to straighten the tattered clothing or the chubby man trying to look polite while engaging in what was essentially a robbery. It was a scene that could leave any civilian in stitches, but Jcole knew it would only aggravate the individuals further, so he decided to comply with their demands.

With the window down, the chubby man broke into a wide smile, displaying his missing, decayed, and stained teeth in the process. Any lingering humor Jcole had initially felt for the overweight extortionist evaporated instantly, replaced by a sense of discomfort.

"Hello, customer," the portly man greeted Jcole with a seemingly pleasant smile. "I can see that you're in a hurry, so I won't waste your time. You probably don't know what you just did, eh? But you've committed an offense by trespassing on this street without paying the landowners. I'm sorry to inform you that you'll have to bail yourself out..."

Jcole let out a sigh, growing increasingly impatient. He turned his attention to the chubby man and couldn't help but ask, "And who made that rule?"

The crowd surrounding the car began to murmur, and a muscular extortionist stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves with a menacing expression. He shouted in a dialect rich in rustic West African flavor, a Pidgin English distinctive to the region, "'Fatty, Just allow me make i handle am!! The guy get money o!… see the car he's even driving, bill am wella o'.

The man referred to as Fatty seemed a bit irritated as well, but he retained a smile as he spoke. "Look, boy, you're clearly wealthy, driving a car worth millions. Just settle us, and you'll be on your way. Even the police won't dare to intervene. I don't mean to brag, but you're free to try, though. Just know that every minute that passes will be multiplied to the original asking price."

Jcole was left in stunned silence. While he had his own share of experiences from his past deeds as a street thug, these individuals seemed to be on an entirely different level when it came to making money. His own past had included battles and survival in the midst of cult rivalry and clashes, but the motives here were distinct. The thugs in this area appeared to be primarily focused on accumulating wealth, counting bundles of cash instead of fallen rival's from other rival cult groups.

In LasGidi, where they currently were, conflicts and violence did occur, but money was often the driving force behind it all.

Fatty's patience with Jcole's silence had worn thin, and he yelled out, "Comrades! Wreck his car! Destroy everything within view! Take his car mirror; I want that Benz logo in my hand within minutes!"

Jcole was taken aback and feared the consequences of such a threat. He quickly opened his car door, shouting, "Wait! I'll pay! Motherf***ers, I said I'll freaking pay!"

Half an hour later, a bitter history was made. Jcole, a former thug himself, had been ruthlessly extorted by a group of 20 hooligans who surrounded his car. They had coerced him into parting with a sum of 300,000 naira, and it was not a situation he could easily forget.

As he got back into his car, the hooligans happily waved at him while jovially voicing the phrase, "Please come again," as he slowly navigated his way out of the seemingly endless "road under maintenance."

Jcole, determined to get back on track. Cipher, I want a detailed document about those hooligans, especially that fatty.

Three hours of hustling had passed, and Jcole was finally done with his endeavors for the day. As the night enveloped the city, the moon took its place, casting its silvery light upon the world.

In the well-lit streets of LasGidi, a white Mercedes-AMG GT Coupe sped through the highway, creating a dazzling and picturesque sight. Many young individuals with youthful exuberance attempted to compete with the speeding car but were swiftly left behind, trailing in its dust.

Vroom!!

Jcole eventually arrived at his villa in Orchard Estate GRA, LasGidi. He parked the luxurious vehicle and quickly made his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

Thirty minutes later, Jcole was comfortably seated on his king-sized bed, eager to review the cumulative findings gathered by Cipher. His eventful day had come to an end.

Cipher calculate earnings,

[Affirmative]

[Current price 5.1 billion seed coins]

Jcole couldn't contain his excitement as he received the information from Cipher about his earnings. The current price was 5.1 billion seed coins, a substantial amount that would undoubtedly reshape his future.

Feeling a surge of elation, he wanted to shout his frustrations out. Finally! It was as if the air became fresher, the bed softer, and the world was smiling at him.

With a sheepish smile on his face, he called out to Cipher, giving the next set of instructions. "Cipher! Initiate the creation of the Music Stimulator and Clinical Tech Bay." These were significant steps toward achieving his goals, and he was eager to see the results.