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 blade

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

gave you twenty million? Pathetic. You sold out

wrong," Rank

Van's

someone goes to your house

eyes widened in horror, words dying in his throat. "How...

twisted the sword slightly, his voice barely

through Rank Four's heart, a grim smile on

Enjoy your payoff

disbelief etched

of wealth and freedom, a new life with his mistress, vanished in one swift, brutal

guards surged

closer, eyes blazing fiercely. "If you killed an innocent

wasn't innocent.

the guards frantically searched Rank Four's

eternity until a guard shouted triumphantly, holding up a vial

heavy, stunned silence returned as Van shook off the guards'

a mix of admiration

darkly, wiping blood from

relishing the sight of the fourth-ranked fighter's corpse sprawled on

Damme, dangling twenty million dollars

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

But that idiot refused.

however, eagerly grabbed the bait,

dollars for Vancouver's defeat

shattered, victory

two minutes left! If no challenger

face drained of color, eyes wide

the Kingston team

Kelly yanked

expensive business jacket and

swiftly to

floor in her

gathered her flowing hair into a tight ponytail and moved toward the

with unshakable confidence.

boldly, her voice calm and deadly

the Barbarian