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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to drive as

it will be the sound of trees rustling in

of tense silence, Morris suddenly spoke

stop somewhere before taking you home? It'll be really quick." "Why?" Alex asked,

with trouble sensors. If a Kingston vehicle is in trouble, it automatically sends a signal to the nearest Kingston driver

another Kingston car near the slum area asking for assistance. Maybe it's

go check," Alex

had been good to

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and

turns, they saw about four SUVS surrounding a

Jasmine's car," Morris said, panic creeping into

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men covered in tattoos and wearing sleeveless shirts

nails, long hammer

flattening them,

was only a matter of minutes

of minutes before the car's defenses would finally give

through the scary thugs like he was merely

composure caught their

I'd stop attacking the narrowing in shock

man

you gonna play the hero? Save

raised an eyebrow.

scavengers lurking in the shadows, eager to swoop

snarled, pointing at the vultures. "Wait your

man lifted his hammer again, but just as

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