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."

spat venomously,

I'm Zane Hernandez, heir of the goddamn

slicing the tension

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

gasping as an invisible force

in panic, and he collapsed

voices frantic. "His heart's stopped! Get CPR

into chaos-fear and awe colliding into a volatile

Fear silenced the

clear: Vancouver had chosen its champion, and death awaited anyone reckless enough to cross

Alex remained utterly composed.

his mop, snapping it effortlessly until only a deadly shard remained. Without

him brutally to

screaming in

tall in the middle of the arena, eyes

as steel, cut through the noise without the aid

pull another stunt against Vancouver, and I'll crack your skull wide

gaze, Alex turned his back and strode

from the Vancouver supporters, deafening and

"We won!"

"Vancouver Won!"

"Vancouver, Vancouver, Vancouver!"

did it! Kingstons dominate

Shrieked joyous/et

eyes sparkling with

the ring, fury contorted the faces of Chicago's team.

dripping with

you cocky bastard! You'll pay

bravado faltered quickly as they retreated, humiliated and

shattered, undone by someone they'd dismissed—a mere janitor,

beneath the anger

wasn't protected by some ordinary janitor but by an unseen

lit meeting hall,

a polished table.

jaw clenched tight,

icy with