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!"

stepped in, face inches away, his

you... you looked away. Sweat rolling down your face

guess... they gave you twenty million? Pathetic. You sold out for

Rank

I?" Van's eyes glowed

Better yet, if someone goes to your house right now, will they find your bags packed, a Chicago citizen's card tucked

words dying in his throat. "How... how did you

twisted the sword slightly, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn't—until just

blade straight through Rank Four's heart, a grim smile on his

Enjoy your payoff

over, disbelief etched permanently into his lifeless

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

security guards surged

"If you killed an

"He wasn't innocent. This snake touched me this morning-no one

its breath as the guards frantically searched

until a guard shouted triumphantly, holding

Van shook off the

stared at Van, a mix

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

of the fourth-ranked fighter's corpse sprawled

Damme, dangling twenty million dollars

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.

bait, and at a

dollars for Vancouver's defeat was

ranks lay shattered, victory assured for

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

of color, eyes wide

over the Kingston

yanked off

expensive business jacket and

swiftly to

the arena floor in her crisp white

gathered her flowing hair into a tight ponytail

with unshakable confidence.

declared boldly, her voice

the Barbarian exploded