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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replied, continuing to drive as more

glass may fill the air today, but tomorrow, it will be the sound of trees rustling in the wind, of

a few moments of tense silence, Morris suddenly spoke

you home? It'll be really quick." "Why?"

Kingston cars are equipped with trouble sensors. If a Kingston vehicle is in trouble, it automatically sends

asking for assistance. Maybe it's facing a mechanical issue or has a flat

can go check,"

been good to him, it

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Chapter 37

and moved deeper into the

few sharp turns, they saw about four SUVS surrounding

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

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vans, men covered in tattoos and wearing sleeveless shirts emerged, gripping brutal

lined with nails,

tires, flattening them,

only a matter of

only a matter of minutes before the car's defenses

the scene, weaving through the scary thugs like he was merely

composure caught their

I were you, I'd stop attacking the narrowing in shock as they

the man hammering at

gonna play the hero? Save the damsel

an eyebrow.

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

them," he snarled, pointing at the vultures. "Wait your

hammer

out, grabbing the man's