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!"

lost his damn mind.

down, at least he'll lose to someone

whispers surged

fool will go out honorably, crushed by a

"Beg for mercy right

you?” Alex laughed coldly, his eyes burning with contempt. "How about you get down

knees buckled, collapsing before

seized the entire

hell? Did he just

Kingston buy him

"Impossible-this can't be real!"

no explanations emerged as Chicago's third-ranked champion also slumped, unconscious, onto the

yelled, eyes wide

face turned pale. "You! Get

hard, the second-ranked fighter murmured a

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

not witnessed it themselves, no one would believe Chicago's elite had fallen so easily to

suspicion clouding his judgment. Had

the hell is that janitor?" Byson choked out, his

of pride. "Did you

eyes wide, disbelief etched deeply on

won? How... how did

unbeatable-he's mine, after all!" Jasmine flashed a smile

Alex stood tall, arms casually

mountain daring anyone

soon, boredom crept into

He theatrically stretched and

over to the ring ropes and casually began polishing them with a rag, like the janitor was just

like thunder through the stands, vicious

jeered mercilessly, shouting taunts dripping

nap? Send someone who isn't scared of the janitor!"

hardened into sharp

ace hidden all

loudly, brushing imaginary dust off

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

exchanged wary, anxious

a loose cannon," Zane growled, fists clenched tightly. His

calm, Jaxon rose, his eyes

viewing the match as beneath his

this audacious janitor ignited an unexpected thrill

“Jax, are you sure about this? He's... strange. Think you

smirk playing on his lips. "I can't guarantee

as hell won't