The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 190

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.

slammed shut

something colder. "What's the rush? Have a seat.

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

gave an airy

before, and 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

you'd owe me the ginseng-period," Alex retorted,

thin smile grew

throw in another fifty mil,

Chapter 192

"I'm not

the wooden box with

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

I'm willing to keep things civil. But if you try

flash of impatience. "And if I don't hand it over? Then what, hero? You planning

"You owe

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

breath. He lunged for

wrist. For a moment, he wore a smug grin-right up until he felt the terrifying surge of

hell?

any harder. Panicking, he released Alex's wrist and hurled

head-on with

a thunderous collision that rattled the entire

Chairs flew back.

across the cold

so brutal that the chair he'd been sitting in didn't just break-it exploded into splinters, its remains scattered

calmly, like an immovable mountain.

Coughing, he forced himself

the wooden box off the table, shoved it under his arm,

done here, Raymond. Don't ever try

as he

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

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