The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 313

The arena fell deathly silent. Jaxon knelt in the dusty center, head bowed like a penitent sinner.

He finally lifted his gaze, jaw tight with reluctant respect.

"You're one hell of a fighter," he growled, voice rough with pride and defeat. "I yield."

"What the hell did he say?" gasped someone from the audience.

Murmurs exploded around the arena like wildfire, disbelief sparking through the crowd.

"He hasn't even thrown a punch! He walked to the arena just to kneel? Did the Kingstons pay him off?"

Zane surged to his feet, eyes blazing with fury.

"What kind of cowardly shit is this, Jax? A Chicago Lord never bows down! Kill the damn janitor now!"

"Shut your mouth, Zane!" Jaxon snapped back fiercely, eyes ablaze.

"There's honor in knowing when you're beaten. He's the real deal. If he'd wanted, I'd be lying dead in the dirt right now."

The crowd froze, trying to decipher the bitter truth hidden in Jaxon's eyes.

Zane's face twisted in rage.

"Bullshit! You didn't even fight him! Are you seriously bowing to a cleaning boy? You're embarrassing the whole damn city!"

Jaxon's eyes hardened, burning with defiance.

"Step up yourself, then. See how fast you hit the dirt."

"I'll show you fools how a real man handles business,” Zane snarled, storming into the arena, pride blinding him from reason.

The stakes couldn't be higher-his entire future hinged on this moment.

The legendary profits from the Emerald Elixir were within reach, but only if he succeeded. One misstep, and it would all collapse. He couldn't afford to lose. Not

now.

The janitor-Alex-watched calmly, mask shadowing his face, sunglasses reflecting nothing but cold indifference.

"Stepping onto this floor means you've accepted death as a possible outcome. No complaints if you don't walk away."

venomously, puffing up

you even know who you're dealing with? I'm Zane Hernandez, heir

voice slicing the tension

guardian of Vancouver. Anyone who touches what's ours faces

an invisible force seized

bulging in panic, and he collapsed hard onto the

frantic. "His heart's stopped!

erupted into chaos-fear and awe colliding into

jaw dropped. Fear silenced

was clear: Vancouver had chosen its champion, and death

Alex remained utterly composed.

effortlessly until only a deadly shard remained. Without hesitation, he

Charles' shoulder, pinning him brutally to his seat, blood spurting violently onto stunned

screaming in

the middle of

through the noise without the aid

pull another stunt against Vancouver, and I'll crack

his gaze, Alex turned his back

the Vancouver supporters, deafening and

"We won!"

"Vancouver Won!"

"Vancouver, Vancouver, Vancouver!"

it! Kingstons

Shrieked joyous/et

eyes sparkling with

fury contorted the faces of Chicago's team. One

voice dripping with

you cocky bastard! You'll

bravado faltered quickly as

shattered, undone by someone

beneath the anger

an ominous realization: Vancouver wasn't protected by some ordinary janitor but by an unseen master

a dimly lit meeting hall, five powerful Chicago lords sat

a polished table.

his jaw

but icy with rage,