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

they didn't get the same offer. But you... you looked away. Sweat rolling down

Let me guess... they gave you twenty million? Pathetic. You sold out for scraps while they dangled five times that in front

wrong," Rank

I?" Van's eyes

your house right

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

sword slightly, his voice

pushed the blade straight through Rank

Enjoy your payoff in

Four's eyes glazed over, disbelief etched permanently into

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

security guards surged

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

blazing in his eyes. "He wasn't innocent.

as the guards frantically

eternity until a guard shouted triumphantly, holding up a vial of poison

off the guards'

a mix of

Van murmured darkly, wiping blood

the sight of the fourth-ranked fighter's

approaching Van Damme, dangling

amount, an absurd sum even for Charles, who instead chose to

But that idiot refused.

eagerly grabbed the bait, and at

Vancouver's defeat was

ranks lay shattered, victory

minutes left! If no challenger steps up, this

color, eyes

hung over the Kingston

yanked off

expensive business jacket and

it swiftly to

in her crisp white shirt and

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

with unshakable confidence.

declared boldly, her voice

Barbarian exploded