The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 37

Alex walked to the car, noticing curious, predatory eyes already lingering on him.

People in this place were always on the lookout, ready to exploit any weakness for their gain.

"Morris, take me to the Golden Mansion in Beverly Hills," he said as he stepped into the car. "Yes, sir."

Inside the car, Alex made a call.

"Good day, Sir Alex. Julia, your personal concierge, speaking. What can I help you with today?" she greeted him. "Do you know where I am?"

"You're in the slum area of East Vancouver, right by the wasteland," Julia replied.

"Great. I want to clean this place up. Make it greener, safer for the people. Provide jobs and education for the unemployed. Let's say, a permanent social initiative. But I want it to be controlled for at least a year before we let it run on its own."

"Thank you for your good intentions," Julia said warmly.

"There have been ten proposals from local experts and social workers over the last decade to transform that area."

"One proposal, written by a Vancouver university professor seems feasible. It would cost about $10 million to implement everything, including purchasing the entire wasteland and slum area. Do you want to go ahead with this plan?"

"Great, let's make it happen," Alex replied, ending the call

Suddenly, a stone smashed against the car, shattering the glass with a loud crack. The car jerked to a stop.

"No need to stop," Alex quickly instructed Morris.

"If you stop and get out, they'll hit you and steal the car. Better to just keep moving."

This place was far from safe.

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Morris replied, continuing to drive as more people began throwing

today, but tomorrow, it will be the sound of trees rustling in the wind,

a few moments of tense silence, Morris suddenly

stop somewhere before taking you home?

vehicle is in trouble, it automatically sends a signal to the nearest Kingston driver

area asking for

go check,"

hurry, and since Alfred Kingston had been good to him, it

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car made a U-turn and moved deeper into the

saw

Morris said, panic

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in tattoos and

with nails,

attacking the tires, flattening them,

matter of minutes before

of minutes before the car's defenses would finally give

the scene, weaving through the scary thugs like he was

caught

I were you, I'd stop attacking the narrowing in

warned the man hammering at

at Alex. "What, you gonna

an eyebrow.

motioning toward the crowd of scavengers lurking in the shadows, eager to swoop in once the thugs finished their dirty work

join them," he snarled, pointing at the vultures.

word, the man lifted his hammer again, but

Alex's hand shot out, grabbing the man's