The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 310

Van Damme stormed across the hall, his battered frame wrapped in blood- streaked cloth, boots striking the floor like hammer blows.

He stopped dead, eyes burning like black fire, locking onto the tense faces of Vancouver's rank two, three, and four.

"One of you bastards slipped poison in my veins," he said, voice low and lethal.

Immediately, one of his men leaped to his feet, eyes blazing with anger and fear.

"You've got a lot of nerve! We're poisoned too, Van! Don't you dare point that finger at us!"

Van's lips curled into a bitter smile.

"Funny you mention nerve. A snake from Chicago slithered up to me a few days ago, offering me cash to poison the whole damn lot of you."

"Offered me a measly payout to betray my people. Even though Vancouver's running lean, I still got pride-I told that bastard to go to hell."

A stunned silence rippled through the room, eyes widening with suspicion and fear.

Jasmine surged to her feet, her voice urgent, almost desperate.

"I promised each of you ten million dollars for victory! Isn't that enough? Isn't loyalty worth anything to you?"

Van chuckled harshly, eyes narrowing sharply.

"Ten million? You call that real money?" he sneered.

"Chicago's offering way more. If they win, they take your stocks-worth half a

billion. You know what they waved in front of my face?"

"A hundred million. Cash. No strings."

Gasps exploded around the room, followed by frantic whispers. Greed and doubt clawed visibly at the faces around the table.

Suddenly, Van drew his sword, its blade gleaming ominously in the low light.

Without hesitation, he plunged it deep into Rank Four's chest, the impact sickeningly clear.

"What the hell are you doing?" someone roared, rising in shock and panic.

"I'm taking care of business," Van snarled, pressing the blade deeper, blood trickling from Rank Four's mouth.

Rank Four gasped, voice cracking in panic. "It wasn't me!"

face inches away, his tone like a

the same offer. But you... you looked away.

you didn't ask for more. Let me guess... they gave you twenty million? Pathetic. You sold out for scraps while they dangled five

Rank Four rasped

I?" Van's

check your bank records-or your family's. Better yet, if someone goes to your house right now, will they find

horror, words dying

the sword slightly, his voice

pushed the blade straight through Rank Four's heart, a grim smile

mercy for traitors. Enjoy your payoff in

disbelief etched permanently into

freedom, a new life with his mistress, vanished

guards surged forward,

closer, eyes blazing fiercely. "If you killed an innocent man, there's no mercy for

wasn't innocent. This

the guards frantically

a guard shouted triumphantly, holding up a vial of poison and a

as Van shook off the guards' hands

stared at Van, a mix of admiration

wiping blood from his

sight of the fourth-ranked fighter's corpse sprawled

Damme, dangling twenty million dollars

that amount, an absurd sum even for Charles, who instead chose to tempt the lesser-ranked fighters, starting with

But that idiot refused.

the bait, and at a fraction of the

million dollars for Vancouver's defeat was a bargain by anyone's

lay shattered,

referee's voice echoed clearly, slicing through the stunned silence. "Kingston team, two minutes left! If no challenger steps up, this round-and

face drained of color, eyes

hung over the Kingston team like

Kelly yanked

expensive business jacket and

swiftly

the arena floor in her crisp

into a tight ponytail

with unshakable confidence.

Kingston," she declared boldly,

Barbarian exploded