The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 312

"What the hell just happened? Is the fight already over?"

Stunned silence rippled through the crowd as every eye fixed on Chicago's elite fighter, sprawled motionless on the ground-unconscious or asleep, no one could say for sure.

Disbelief ricocheted among the spectators.

Everyone had assumed the janitor stood no chance, yet the battle had ended in a shocking twist. Even stranger, the janitor had merely suggested his opponent sleep—and now the man lay flat, utterly defenseless.

"Impossible!" Byson exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief. “Did that nobody actually win?"

"No way!" Clara spat bitterly. "He must have cheated! How else could he drop Chicago best without lifting a finger?"

"Can anyone explain what just happened?" Zane growled, confusion etched across his face.

"Our top four crumbled after just one speech!"

"What kind of trickery had the janitor employed?"

"He's more dangerous than he looks," Jaxon murmured, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Even his keen gaze had failed to catch the janitor's secret.

Jasmine exploded with ecstatic laughter, leaping to her feet, triumph shining brightly in her eyes.

"Yes! He did it! Alex, you're amazing!" It was their first victory, and she savored every second.

"What's there to celebrate?" Victoria snapped, glaring at the triumphant figure in irritation.

The crowd erupted into heated speculation.

Though confusion and suspicion lingered, the janitor had undeniably proven the Kingstons could still claim victory.

Alex strutted arrogantly around the ring, lips twisted in scorn. "Anyone else need a bedtime story?" he sneered.

A surge of fury swept through the Chicago ranks. Insulting them was tantamount to playing with fire.

"That arrogant bastard!"

"How dare he!"

"He'll pay for this!"

"Watch your mouth, boy!" Zane bellowed, slamming his palm down furiously. "You're courting death!"

"Enough chatter," Alex shot back coolly. "Come on up and face me if you've got the guts."

"You asked for it!" growled Chicago's third-ranked fighter, a battle-hardened middle-aged warrior, stepping into the ring amid deafening cheers.

"The third rank's joining the fight!"

damn mind.

down, at

whispers surged with

"At least the fool will go out honorably, crushed by a

venom. "Beg

coldly, his eyes burning with contempt. "How about you get down on

knees buckled, collapsing before Alex, head lowered as

the entire

the hell? Did he just

Kingston buy him

"Impossible-this can't be real!"

explanations emerged as Chicago's third-ranked champion

yelled, eyes wide with

face turned pale. "You! Get in there

the second-ranked fighter murmured a prayer

feet touched the canvas, he too collapsed senselessly, falling limp like a puppet with

crowd gasped in sheer horror. Had they not witnessed it themselves, no one would believe Chicago's elite

muttered, mind reeling, suspicion clouding

the hell is that janitor?" Byson choked

triumphantly, her voice full of pride. "Did you

paralyzed, eyes wide, disbelief etched

won? How... how

after all!" Jasmine flashed a smile that radiated warmth, eyes gleaming with a tenderness

the ring, Alex stood tall, arms

a mountain daring

boredom crept

He theatrically stretched and

began polishing them with a

thunder through the

jeered mercilessly, shouting

here just for a nap? Send someone who isn't scared of the janitor!"

eyes hardened

all along," he muttered, intrigue

sighed loudly, brushing imaginary

confident. "Who's next? Hurry it up I've got toilets waiting. Don't waste my

wary, anxious

clenched tightly.

measured calm, Jaxon rose,

the match as beneath his dignity- nothing

audacious janitor ignited

as he cautioned, “Jax, are you sure about this? He's... strange. Think you can

a subtle smirk playing on

I sure as