The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 311

The referee's voice sliced sharply through the tense air, holding up an official- looking paper.

"We've received an update," he declared, eyes cold and detached.

"Miss Kelly Kingston has officially taken citizenship and the governor's role in Vermont. According to our rules, she can't represent Vancouver in this sacred duel between states. Therefore, Kelly Kingston is disqualified!"

A stunned hush swallowed the arena, quickly replaced by angry murmurs and gasps of disbelief.

"Kingstons," the referee continued, savoring the drama, "you've got two fights left to turn this around. Choose wisely. Your next fighter must step into the ring in ten minutes or you lose by default."

Before Jasmine could utter a word, a tall, arrogant figure swaggered from the Chicago side, armored gauntlet gleaming menacingly.

He sneered openly at the Vancouver corner, raising his voice mockingly, "Hey, Vancouver! Where's your courage now? Step up if you've got the guts, or run home with your tails tucked between your legs!"

From the shadows emerged an unexpected figure, confidently striding forward.

"I'll represent the Kingstons," he proclaimed boldly.

The referee quickly hid his smirk, eager for more chaos.

"Begin!" he shouted.

But as Jasmine and Kelly finally glimpsed the new fighter's face, dread flooded their expressions.

Charles Kingston.

Before Jasmine could scream, Charles raised his hand dramatically. "I surrender!"

"That cowardly snake!" Jasmine roared furiously, her voice cracking with rage. "Who let Charles anywhere near our arena?"

Charles turned theatrically towards the crowd, arms wide as if embracing their disdain.

"Listen up!" he shouted triumphantly.

"Why fight Chicago? It's clearly stronger, richer, and far superior to Vancouver! Let's stop being stubborn fools—join Chicago willingly, and I'll become your sixth lord of Chicago. Imagine prosperity and power instead of this pitiful independence!"

Jasmine stormed toward the referee, her fury barely restrained. "That traitor doesn't speak for Vancouver!"

The referee shrugged dismissively, clearly enjoying her torment.

clarified your fighters beforehand. Now that you ask—sure,

refusal for the next-but the

Zane and the Chicago Lords,

mocked. "One chance left. Better pick carefully-if there's anyone left worth fighting for you.

painfully as despair

in the back, poisoning

facing Chicago's elite

Chicago lord. "What's it gonna be,

More mocking voices rose:

the mighty Kingstons

a perfect, humiliating defeat!

up an excuse to avoid

strength rules, and

pity, excitement, and outright

leaned toward Jasmine, eyes

Jasmine bit her lip fiercely, her silence deafening as turmoil churned within her. The world around her blurred with desperation and anger, her heart crying out for a hero-someone, anyone, who could salvage this

Kingston!" The referee barked sharply, irritation clear in his

someone into the ring? Quit stalling and admit

already!" The Chicago Lords members jeered, their mocking voices filling the

burned silently, their faces twisted in

cut through the mockery. "I'll

swiveled, eyes narrowing suspiciously as

He stepped forward confidently,

his face, and a bright blue uniform from Vancouver's cleaning service,

this joker?" someone

shaking his head with pure

can face me?

tense silence, Jasmine immediately recognized Alex

pang of worry. She moved swiftly, discreetly leaning in to

it. If they want our stocks, let

his mask, his

let them touch a

word, he walked boldly into the fighting

fight, but standing aside now would mean betraying everything

toward her, eyes pleading for intervention.

eyes glittering