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

sir," Yorick replied swiftly, relaying commands to his men as the helicopters began their

Josephine in a protective embrace, his voice strained

I was too late,"

with exhaustion yet courageously

expression darkened as his gaze traced the bruises marring Josephine's delicate face

you?" he demanded

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filled with tears, humiliation and pain etched deeply across

softly, her voice breaking. "But forget

you dead."

resolve, Alex

commanded softly

overcame her, and she slumped gently into unconsciousness. By now, six helicopters hadtouched down, disgorging sixty heavily-armed soldiers onto

voice booming with deadly accusation. "How dare you kill Henry

guards. His eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before him-soldiers swarming the hotel forecourt,

around sharply. "Who the hell are

Whitman," Owen

is my hotel. That man owes me a Heaven Root. Before you turn him into Swiss

Conrad's furious voice once

It's valuable. If he refuses to hand it over afterward, kill him

onto a stage set just for him, utterly convinced the world revolved around his whims. Facing

Alex growled, eyes blazing

laughed cruelly, without a shred of shame.

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

turned deadly, the air vibrating

as Alex's

"Explode."

invisible force slammed into Owen's five guards like a freight train from

tried to scream-but the breath was ripped from their lungs as their bodies were pulverized, bones shattering and

bravado. "Who...who the hell are you?" he whimpered, fear clawing at his throat. An invisible vice clamped painfully

the shredded remains of his limb. Gripped

take a second step, another brutal force exploded through the air, shredding his leg apart. He screamed as he was hurled to the ground, landing in a

single visible attacker. "Please... help me," Owen sobbed pathetically, his pride shattered utterly. "Yorick!"