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, puffing up his

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

stood unmoved, his voice slicing the tension

the guardian of Vancouver. Anyone who touches

as an invisible

bulging in panic, and he collapsed hard onto

"His heart's stopped! Get CPR going,

chaos-fear and awe colliding into a volatile

jaw dropped. Fear silenced the stands

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

Alex remained utterly composed.

it effortlessly until only a deadly shard remained. Without hesitation, he hurled it like a spear across

splintered shaft punctured through Charles' shoulder, pinning him brutally to his seat, blood

was screaming

the middle of

through the noise without the

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

Alex turned his back and strode confidently

the Vancouver supporters, deafening

"We won!"

"Vancouver Won!"

"Vancouver, Vancouver, Vancouver!"

it! Kingstons

Shrieked joyous/et

sparkling

contorted the faces

voice dripping

isn't over, you cocky bastard!

faltered quickly as they

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

beneath the anger

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

meeting hall, five powerful Chicago lords sat

a polished table.

his jaw clenched

but icy with rage,