The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 192

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Alex strode down the corridor leading to the VIP room, but he didn't need to look over his shoulder to sense it.

The tension.

The ring of bodyguards fanning out behind the walls, posted at every exit and window.

With a quick mental sweep, he detected their martial auras, each one bristling with skill far beyond the average rent-a-thug.

So Raymond's rolling out the red carpet, huh? he mused, lips twisting into a wry grin.

No matter. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Raymond," he said, skipping pleasantries, "you told me you'd secured a five- hundred-year-old Wild American Ginseng. I'm here for it. Where is it?"

Raymond Wellington-dressed sharp in a tailored suit-lounged on the plush armchair like he was king of the world.

"So impatient,” he teased, cl

apping his hands once.

A bodyguard slipped in, carrying a polished wooden box.

Raymond took his time setting it on the table between them, sliding the lid open slowly-almost theatrically.

Inside lay a dark-yellow root, no bigger than a palm, its long strands curling around themselves. Alex's eyes lit up like he'd just struck gold.

"That's it, all right-five centuries of potent ginseng," he murmured, leaning in to inspect it. He could practically feel the energy radiating off its twisted shape.

"How's that for quality?" Raymond asked with a silky smile. "Satisfied?"

"Very." Alex reached for the root without hesitation.

The box's lid slammed

easy smile fading into something colder. "What's the rush?

"What's this about? We agreed you'd hand over

an airy

I compensated you with that swanky hotel, right? So let's say this precious little root is up for trade only if you share something of equal

me the ginseng-period," Alex retorted, his voice cooling to ma

thin smile

fifty mil, in cash if you want-just hand over the formula. You'll never

Chapter 192

need your pocket change?" Alex let out a short scornful laugh. "I'm not selling that formula- especially not to a snake who cannot keep his

Raymond tapped the wooden box with a finger, the subtle threat echoing in the

whatever you like, but I'm still the guy who decides whether you leave here with your

I'm willing to keep things civil. But

impatience. "And if I don't

said calmly. "You owe me that

was all cruelty now. "Try it. I've practiced martial arts for decades, and I've got thirty men posted outside who'd

another breath. He lunged for the box,

wore a smug grin-right up until he felt the terrifying surge

the... hell? Raymond's

if he squeezed any harder. Panicking, he

the blow head-on with

in a thunderous collision that

Chairs flew back.

flying, his body hurled across the room like a ragdoll. He skidded across the

force of the blow was so brutal that the chair he'd been sitting in didn't

sat calmly, like an immovable mountain. The difference in power was

forced himself upright.

the table, shoved it under his arm, and strolled to the

Raymond. Don't ever try to do business with me

as he watched Alex walk

think you're going?!" he snapped, fumbling for his phone. "Guards! Get in here right