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 more people began

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

moments of tense silence, Morris suddenly spoke

can I stop somewhere before taking you home? It'll

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

slum area asking for assistance. Maybe

go check,"

a hurry, and since Alfred Kingston had been

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a U-turn and

turns, they saw about four

Morris said,

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tattoos and wearing sleeveless shirts

lined with nails, long hammer

tires, flattening them, while others relentlessly

matter of

before the car's defenses

walked calmly through the scene, weaving through the scary thugs like

composure caught their

stop attacking the narrowing in shock as they

man hammering at the

stopped and stared at Alex. "What, you gonna play the

an eyebrow.

sneered, motioning toward the crowd of scavengers lurking in the shadows, eager to swoop in once

them," he snarled, pointing

a word, the man lifted his hammer again, but just as he

out, grabbing the man's