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!"

his

the same offer. But you... you

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

Rank Four rasped

I?" Van's

family's. Better yet, if someone goes to your house right now, will they find your

eyes widened in horror, words dying in his

his voice

through Rank Four's heart, a grim smile

mercy for traitors. Enjoy your payoff

disbelief etched

of wealth and freedom, a new life with his mistress, vanished

security guards surged forward, grabbing Van's

you killed an innocent man, there's no

steadily, defiance blazing in his eyes. "He wasn't innocent. This snake

held its breath as the guards frantically searched Rank Four's

shouted triumphantly, holding up a vial of

off the guards' hands roughly, standing tall with

mix of admiration and

doesn't play favorites," Van murmured darkly, wiping

coldly, relishing the sight of the

Van Damme, dangling twenty

for Charles, who instead

But that idiot refused.

four, however, eagerly grabbed the bait,

defeat was a bargain

lay shattered, victory assured

slicing through the stunned silence. "Kingston team, two minutes left! If no challenger steps up, this round-and every round after-will be

color, eyes

over the Kingston team like

Kelly yanked off

expensive business jacket and

swiftly to Alex,

her crisp

a tight ponytail and

with unshakable confidence.

boldly,

Barbarian