The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 313

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."

me?” Zane spat venomously,

dealing with? I'm Zane Hernandez, heir of the

voice slicing the tension like a

I'm the guardian of Vancouver. Anyone who touches

an

bulging in panic, and he

frantic. "His heart's

into chaos-fear and awe

jaw dropped. Fear silenced the

had chosen its champion, and

Alex remained utterly composed.

a deadly shard remained. Without hesitation, he hurled

splintered shaft punctured through Charles' shoulder, pinning him brutally

was screaming

middle of the

cold as steel, cut through the noise without

stunt against Vancouver, and I'll

dismissive sweep of his gaze, Alex turned his back and

erupted from the Vancouver supporters,

"We won!"

"Vancouver Won!"

"Vancouver, Vancouver, Vancouver!"

did it!

Shrieked joyous/et

eyes sparkling

the faces of Chicago's

dripping with

you cocky bastard! You'll

bravado faltered quickly as they

perfect scheme shattered, undone by someone

the

simmered an ominous realization: Vancouver wasn't protected by some ordinary janitor but by an unseen master whose message was brutally

hall, five powerful

a polished table.

was seething, his jaw clenched tight,

grief-stricken but icy with rage, matched his

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