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!"

inches away, his tone like a blade

same offer. But you... you looked away. Sweat rolling down your face when

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

Rank Four rasped

I?" Van's eyes glowed

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

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

the sword slightly, his voice barely a whisper.

the blade straight through Rank Four's

Enjoy your payoff

over, disbelief etched

life with his mistress, vanished in one swift,

guards surged forward, grabbing

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

blazing in his eyes. "He wasn't innocent. This snake touched me this morning-no

its breath as the guards frantically

until a guard shouted triumphantly, holding up a vial of poison and a bottle labeled

silence returned as Van shook off

mix of

wiping blood from his blade. "And

grinned coldly, relishing the sight of the fourth-ranked fighter's

Damme, dangling twenty

arrogant fool demanded five times that amount, an absurd sum even for Charles, who instead chose to tempt

But that idiot refused.

bait, and

dollars for Vancouver's defeat was a bargain by

their ranks lay shattered,

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

face drained of color, eyes

over the Kingston team like

yanked

expensive business jacket and

swiftly to

arena floor in her crisp white shirt and tailored

into a

with unshakable confidence.

she declared boldly, her

the Barbarian