The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 100

Chapter 100

A helicopter touched down on the airport runway, where a sleek private jet waited with its engines softly humming.

As the rotors slowed, Kelly Kingston led Alex across the tarmac.

Her posture was poised, her gaze focused.

"The old man's already inside," Kelly said, her tone calm yet purposeful.

Around the jet, Kingswell personnel snapped to attention, saluting Alex.

One young recruit, stared in awe, still grappling with rumors that Alex was an elite figure in the organization-handpicked by the King himself.

And there stood Kelly, the so-called "Cold Goddess of Kingswell."

Her brilliance and beauty wer the stuff of legends, making her the dream of many

men.

The young recruit wasn't immune-his secret stash of Kelly's photographs, carefully clipped from online newspapers and magazines, was proof enough.

And he wasn't the only one.

Inside the jet, Alex found the old man resting on a makeshift hospital bed.

Although the man's face was peaceful, Alex knew the stillness belied his

true

condition.

"He's improving," Alex murmured, though frustration flickered in his eyes.

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Despite all his skill, he couldn't heal the man. The reality was humbling: the old man was at a higher level than Alex.

Alex had lingered at Level 99 for three years, seemingly blocked by an invisible barrier.

Months ago, his master the immortal sage said, "Go to Vancouver. You'll meet your wife and find the old guard who holds your

secret.'

marriage fall apart. Now here lay the old guard himself,

engines roared as it took

the man's arm once again, trying to

as though the old man's body was an endless void, soaking up

of progress.

Alex refused to quit,

down his forehead-then a

to rest,"

her icy demeanor thawed by genuine

blinked, caught off-guard. "Why do you care about

composure returned with a snap, her gaze

boss," she replied, stepping

half-turned away. "Sir, are you sure you want to save him?"

link to my past,"

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Kelly murmured, a flicker of sadness crossing

past, I'm

know something about me? Something you're not telling

went rigid. "No,"

he could sense the

rocked the plane, followed by

the pilot's voice rang out, tense and urgent: "We're under attack by an unidentified aircraft! Please secure

thunderous booms rattled the

the old man's bed in place while Alex strode through the chaos without bothering to buckle in, as if turbulence meant

the jet, causing the

herself, one hand gripping

plane's rear section, checking the live camera

dark sky, was launching a barrage of

sprang into action, intercepting some rockets

hard.

muttered, eyes narrowed. "It's military-grade." From inside the cabin, the tension

panels, and the engines

composure, made sure each recruit was strapped in, then met Alex's

shouted

"We can't outrun it.

fresh hit shook the aircraft.

to bail!"

cracking with a