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 crack of

father's backing, there are two conditions. First, provide the miracle pill in a steady supply. Second, prove your loyalty beyond a shadow

annoyance. "I understand,

the support of Chicago's Dupont family- one of the five ruling powers operating under the Chicago Lords banner-to

the Duponts might

crash and frantic

going on?" Raymond snapped,

the room, his face ashen. "Boss-someone's broken

chair in a surge of

get a good look. It's

to stop him, but- he's

waltzed in and took out my entire

yet the earth itself seemed to bow

hint of panic flickered in

all the securities

kind of

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

darkened

a brutal slap, the force so intense that teeth flew from his mouth, blood

bastard! How dare you tell me to run while I have fifty guards defending my mansion!" Raymond bellowed,

Dupont leaned back in his

obvious, and it delighted

my help?" Henry asked lazily,

minor nuisance," Raymond grated out. "Mr. Dupont,

courtyard, Raymond's remaining guards circled a

wearing

after body lay crumpled around

ground by

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who rushed forward ended up on his knees, skull striking the pavement in

even saw him

boomed across the courtyard. "Get

stormed out of the mansion, ready to unleash his anger

he froze mid-step when

no way you just strolled out

burned with

framing me?"

on

chuckled darkly, feigning

I framed you. You left me no choice, Alex. If you'd cooperated earlier,

spread in a

cut

chance: cripple yourself and leave Vancouver forever. If you do, I won't

no one would bat an eye. But... if you hand over the recipe for that

"It's

his grip on the