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 tone like

get the same offer. But you... you looked away. Sweat rolling

eyes screamed regret-regret you didn't ask for more. Let me guess... they gave you twenty million?

wrong," Rank

Van's eyes glowed

house right now, will they find your bags packed, a Chicago citizen's card tucked

horror, words dying in

twisted the sword slightly, his voice barely a

finality, Van pushed the blade straight through Rank Four's heart,

for traitors. Enjoy your payoff

Four's eyes glazed over, disbelief etched permanently into his lifeless

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

security guards surged forward, grabbing Van's

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

met her gaze steadily, defiance blazing in his eyes. "He wasn't innocent. This snake touched me this

its breath as the guards frantically searched Rank

guard shouted triumphantly, holding up a vial of poison and

silence returned as Van shook off the guards'

a mix of admiration and

Van murmured darkly, wiping blood from his blade. "And neither do

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

Van Damme, dangling twenty million dollars

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, and

Vancouver's defeat

shattered, victory

slicing through the stunned silence. "Kingston team, two minutes left! If no challenger steps

color, eyes wide with

Kingston

Kelly yanked off

expensive business jacket and

swiftly to Alex,

arena floor in her

a tight ponytail and

with unshakable confidence.

Kingston," she declared boldly, her voice

the Barbarian