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."

venomously,

I'm Zane Hernandez, heir

unmoved, his voice slicing the

let me introduce myself. I'm the guardian of Vancouver. Anyone who touches what's

an

buckled, eyes bulging in panic, and

frantic. "His heart's stopped!

arena erupted into chaos-fear and awe colliding

jaw dropped. Fear silenced the stands

was clear: Vancouver had chosen its champion, and death awaited anyone reckless

Alex remained utterly composed.

effortlessly until only a deadly shard remained. Without

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

screaming in

in the middle of the arena, eyes narrowed with raw

steel, cut through the noise without the aid

against Vancouver, and

sweep of his gaze, Alex turned his back

the Vancouver supporters, deafening and

"We won!"

"Vancouver Won!"

"Vancouver, Vancouver, Vancouver!"

it!

Shrieked joyous/et

sparkling with

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

dripping

isn't over, you cocky bastard! You'll pay for

bravado faltered quickly as they retreated, humiliated

scheme shattered, undone by someone

the anger

some ordinary janitor but by an unseen master

lit meeting hall, five

a polished table.

seething, his jaw clenched

but icy with rage,

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