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."

Zane spat venomously, puffing

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

his voice slicing the tension like

of Vancouver. Anyone who touches what's ours faces

gasping as an invisible

in panic, and he collapsed hard

scrambled desperately, voices frantic. "His heart's stopped! Get

arena erupted into chaos-fear and awe

jaw dropped. Fear silenced the stands

its champion, and death awaited anyone reckless enough to cross

Alex remained utterly composed.

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

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

was screaming

of

through the noise without the aid of

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

Alex turned his back and strode confidently

the Vancouver supporters,

"We won!"

"Vancouver Won!"

"Vancouver, Vancouver, Vancouver!"

did it!

Shrieked joyous/et

sparkling with

contorted the faces of Chicago's

voice dripping with

cocky bastard! You'll

quickly as they

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

beneath the anger

wasn't protected by some ordinary janitor but by an unseen master whose message was brutally clear-interfere, and you'll face

dimly lit meeting hall, five powerful Chicago lords

a polished table.

was seething, his jaw clenched

Hernandez, grief-stricken but icy with rage,