The Almighty Dominance

"Mr. Smith, looks like you're hell-bent on covering up for your little lapdog, huh?" Alex's eyes sharpened into slits, simmering with quiet menace.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

It became crystal clear why Hans had strutted around so arrogantly—he had a boss even more corrupt and vile pulling his strings.

Just when Alex believed he'd witnessed Hans at his absolute worst, George proved there was a far darker abyss lurking beneath.

Rotting trees always collapse from within, and Kingston Pharmaceuticals was clearly infested with poisonous maggots like George and Hans.

If these vermin were allowed to thrive unchecked, it would spell doom-not just for quality control, but for every honest worker within the company.

They sold medicine that wasn't even approved for sale-just to stuff their own pockets.

They didn't care if it ruined the reputation of Emerald Elixir.

All the millions poured into advertising, all the effort to build something exceptional -shattered by the greed of these two parasites.

George pressed his lips into a thin, venomous line.

"I'm just doing my damn job! Who the hell do you think you are, barging in here and assaulting our employees?"

He jabbed a finger toward the floor, his voice a sinister growl.

"I'm feeling generous today, Alex. Get down on your knees, grovel and beg Hans for forgiveness. Let him slap some sense into your arrogant face. Otherwise, I'll personally make sure you rot behind bars!"

"Is this really how you want to play it?" Alex shot back coldly, daring George with an unflinching stare.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" George exploded, his voice echoing like a cannon shot. "Get on your knees now!"

Hans couldn't hide his twisted delight, jeering smugly, "You heard him, Alex! Kneel down like the dog you are!"

Clara's lips curled into a mocking smirk, her voice dripping venom.

"Honestly, Alex, why'd you stick your nose where it didn't belong? This humiliation is exactly what you deserve for meddling!"

Alex didn't waste another breath on these vipers. Instead, with calculated

calmness, he raised a hand, snapping his fingers crisply.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling backup."

George burst into mocking laughter, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Backup? Are you serious? Kid, you really don't get it, do you? This is my territory! Who in the hell could possibly come to your rescue here?"

But suddenly, the doors burst open, and a chilling silence swept through the room as about ten men entered, clad entirely in black.

Each face was carved from stone, expressions severe, eyes colder than winter frost.

Workers nearby blanched, their blood turning to ice in their veins.

others, panicked,

were far worse. Kingston Pharmaceuticals' Discipline

mercilessly with anyone who

presence signaled disaster, doom incarnate

swallowed hard, sensing doom tightening

shaky smile, he nervously approached them, voice trembling. "Gentlemen, what... what's brought you

him entirely, their leader strode directly to Alex, respectful

"Where shall we start?"

with Hans and George. I'm certain more vermin will crawl out once you

Hans and George like executioners preparing for

in the office. Come quietly."

you think you are, hauling me

Division leader turned, eyes piercing

he's the troublemaker here,

reply was quick, defensive, but

"Of course I'm certain!"

man's eyes narrowed, his voice dangerously

do you have any idea who this 'nobody' really

caution, doubled down

who he is! He's trespassed, he's attacked our people,

business! Justice demands

Division leader's lip curled slightly, voice dropping to a lethal

there will certainly be justice, Mr. Smith-but perhaps not the kind

then, I suppose you deserve to know," the Discipline

happens to be none other than Kingston Pharmaceuticals' chief physician and the creator of the Emerald Elixir- Alex

crashed over the crowd like thunder, igniting chaos. Gasps rippled outward, murmurs growing into shouts

pale, every ounce of arrogance evaporating like mist beneath a

heard the rumors-the elusive genius behind the Emerald Elixir was someone named Alex but he dismissed them, believing Alex to be

favor.

can't be! He's the Alex?"

panic surged through him.

bravado crumbled instantly, leaving him visibly

small misstep-this was

edge of disaster, and they'd

the abyss.

stepped closer, his presence looming like a reaper over

you one last chance. Are

eyes darting desperately around as sweat trickled down

there's been

officer's voice dripped

Alex was doing here

inspiration struck, and he turned viciously on

was Hans-this incompetent fool stole the company's products just like

if slapped, betrayal slicing deep

please— haven't

"Shut your filthy mouth!"

a stinging slap across Hans' face.

your sins, or I swear I'll