The Almighty Dominance

Owen and his bodyguards stood frozen in a stunned stupor, their tends too clouded by shock to fathom the chaos erupting around them.

Rushing to the penthouse balcony, Owen gripped the railing tight and stared down into the shadows below.

His breath hitched sharply when he glimpsed a man, powerfully built and fiercely determined, cradling a woman tenderly in his

strong arms.

Nearby, the thunderous rhythm of helicopter blades filled the nig air, whipping it into a violent tempest.

More lights pierced through the darkness, an ominous swarm converging swiftly upon the hotel.

A wicked smile twisted Owen's lips, his eyes gleaming cruelly. "Looks like our guest has finally arrived," he chuckled, a harsh laugh escaping his throat, completely devoid of remorse for Josephine's fate.

Women, to him, were nothing more than expendable toys, easily broken and casually discarded.

Snatching the pistol off his bedside table, Owen sneered coldly, "Killing Alex and taking the Heaven Root? Hell, that's child's play."

Meanwhile, Jericho Kane's helicopter hovered in midair, frozen in shock.

He could barely comprehend what he had just witnessed-his passenger had flung himself out of the chopper without a parachute, diving headfirst toward a woman plummeting from the penthouse balcony.

"What the hell... is he Superman?" the pilot muttered, stunned, his hands gripping the controls as he guided the chopper toward the rooftop helipad of the Skyview Hotel, awaiting further orders with bated breath.

At that same moment, six more helicopters tore through the night skies, engines roaring like war drums.

They bore the insignia of Conrad Dupont-each one packed with merciless, battle- hardened soldiers.

Inside the lead chopper, their commander, Yorick, leaned forward, his gaze sharp as a blade.

Through the binoculars, he locked onto a lone figure standing boldly at the hotel forecourt-a man cradling a woman in his arms like a knight descending into hell. Yorick's eyes narrowed.

"That's him," he growled. "Target in sight."

"Sir," Yorick urgently communicated through the radio to Conrad back in Chicago, his voice tight with anticipation.

"We've got eyes on Henry's killer."

Conrad's furious voice crackled sharply through the speaker, pure venom dripping from his words.

grovel and plead before you put a bullet

commands to his

gently clutched Josephine in a protective embrace,

too

yet courageously defiant. "Alex,

traced the bruises

you?"

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eyes filled with tears, humiliation and pain etched deeply across

softly, her voice breaking. "But forget that-please,

you dead."

Alex gently touched her

he commanded softly yet

weakly as overwhelming fatigue overcame her, and she slumped gently into unconsciousness. By now, six helicopters hadtouched down, disgorging sixty heavily-armed soldiers onto the parking lot,

roared, voice booming with deadly accusation. "How dare you kill

the hotel entrance and onto the forecourt, flanked by five of his guards. His eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before him-soldiers swarming the hotel forecourt, all with weapons trained on Alex. "Hold

"Who the

Whitman," Owen

owes me a Heaven Root. Before you turn him

briefly until Conrad's furious voice

he refuses to hand it over afterward, kill

the world revolved around his whims. Facing Alex, Owen sneered with disgusting mockery, his voice dripping venom. "Hand over the Heaven Root, bastard. Maybe

Alex growled, eyes blazing

of shame.

her-we planned to enjoy every second of it. What are you gonna

the air vibrating violently around

mocking laughter faltered slightly as Alex's quiet fury transformed

"Explode."

an invisible force slammed into Owen's five guards like a

was ripped from their lungs as their bodies were pulverized, bones shattering and flesh exploding in a

Stumbling backward, Owen raised his shaking gun, terror replacing bravado. "Who...who the hell are you?" he whimpered, fear clawing at his throat. An invisible vice clamped painfully around his hand, shattering

scream pierced the night as he stared numbly at the shredded remains of his limb. Gripped by

the air, shredding his leg apart. He screamed as he was

his pride shattered utterly. "Yorick!" Conrad barked urgently through the