The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 200

Hehry Dupont's voice cut through the room like the crack of a whip.

"Raymond, don't get ahead of yourself. If you want my father's backing, there are two conditions. First, provide the miracle pill in a steady supply. Second, prove your loyalty beyond a shadow of doubt. Understood?"

Raymond nodded, swallowing his annoyance. "I understand, Mr. Dupont."

He needed the support of Chicago's Dupont family- one of the five ruling powers operating under the Chicago Lords banner-to solidify his position.

If the Kingstons destroyed themselves in Vancouver, the Duponts might just help him take it over.

Before either man could speak again, a crash and frantic yells erupted from the garden.

"What's going on?" Raymond snapped, eyes narrowing.

A bodyguard stumbled into the room, his face ashen. "Boss someone's broken in!" Raymond rose from his chair in a surge of rage. "Who is it? How many?"

"We couldn't get a good look. It's too dark... but he's alone, the guard stammered. "We tried to stop him, but he's too powerful!"

Raymond's jaw tightened. "You're telling me one man waltzed in and took out my entire security detail?" "He walked alone, and yet the earth itself seemed to bow beneath his steps."

A hint of panic flickered in the guard's eyes.

"He's knocking all the securities down like they're nothing..."

"It must be some kind of hidden weapon!" Raymond said.

"Boss, we couldn't even get close! You need to run-now!" the guard urged, his voice laced with panic.

Raymond's face darkened with fury.

Without hesitation, he struck the guard with a brutal slap, the force so intense that teeth flew from his mouth, blood spilling down his chin as he staggered back.

"You bastard! How dare you tell me to run while I have fifty guards defending my mansion!" Raymond bellowed, his voice thundering with defiance.

Henry Dupont leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable.

Raymond's humiliation was obvious, and it delighted him.

"Do you require my help?" Henry asked lazily, tapping his fingers on the table.

"It's just a minor nuisance," Raymond grated out. "Mr. Dupont, please wait here. I'll handle this."

In the mansion's courtyard, Raymond's remaining guards circled a lone figure- Alex.

He stood casually, hands at his sides, wearing nothing but jeans and a simple shirt.

Yet body after body lay crumpled around him, as though they'd been hammered to the ground by some invisible

force.

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Dupont's voice cut through the room like the

backing, there are two conditions. First, provide the miracle pill in a steady supply. Second,

swallowing his annoyance. "I

Dupont family- one of the five ruling powers operating under the

the Kingstons destroyed themselves in Vancouver, the Duponts

a crash

on?" Raymond

bodyguard stumbled into the room, his face

from his chair in a surge of rage.

It's too dark... but he's alone," the

“We tried to stop him, but- he's

waltzed in and

earth itself seemed

hint of panic flickered in

all the securities

must be some kind

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close! You need to run-now!" the guard urged, his voice laced

face darkened

that teeth flew from

How dare you tell me to run while I have fifty guards defending my

leaned back in his chair, expression

was obvious, and it

asked lazily, tapping his fingers on

out. "Mr. Dupont, please

remaining guards circled a lone figure-

casually, hands at his sides, wearing nothing but jeans and a

lay crumpled around him,

the ground by

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on his knees, skull striking the pavement in

never even

across the courtyard. "Get out

to unleash his anger

when

just strolled out of the interrogation room. Are you

eyes burned with a cold,

framing me?" he asked

on Raymond's

chuckled darkly,

Fine, I framed you. You left me no choice, Alex. If you'd cooperated earlier, I wouldn't

spread in

cut through the

you one chance: cripple yourself and leave Vancouver forever. If you do, I won't destroy you." Raymond's eyes bulged for an instant-then he burst

the master of this mansion, and you're the intruder. I could kill you right now, and no one would bat

head slowly. "It's you who's in over

grip on the