The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 332

At the Kingston government office, the phone rang sharply, cutting through the heavy silence.

Jasmine lifted the receiver without breaking her stride. "Jasmine here."

"Jasmine, we have a situation!" Kelly's voice burst out, urgent and tense.

She paused, her brow furrowing. "What's happened?"

"Alex has been arrested by the Chicago military!" Kelly swiftly recounted the details, her voice clipped and precise.

As Jasmine listened, her expression darkened, eyes narrowing with every word.

"Using the Chicago military to snatch him? Whoever orchestrated this has serious connections."

"Jasmine, I bet it's one of the Chicago Lords flexing their muscle-probably the Jones family," Kelly growled.

"Yesterday Alex tore through the Jones' estate, crippled Tom's son, all to protect you. They won't let that slide."

"It definitely smells like the Jones' handiwork," Jasmine said grimly.

"But Tom alone couldn't summon military power. Another Lord must be backing him."

"I'm mobilizing Vermont's military immediately," Kelly said fiercely.

"Father already has his troops ready. We're prepared to go to war over this."

"I'll rally Vancouver's forces as well," Jasmine said with cold determination.

"Find out exactly where Alex is locked up. Leave the rest to me. If they don't free him willingly, we'll burn Chicago to the ground."

Ending the call, Jasmine immediately contacted her general in Vancouver, issuing swift and decisive orders.

The battle lines were drawn. This time, it was a fight to the death.

Inside the Chicago military base, at a barren drill ground, Alex was violently thrown into a massive cage.

Inside were about fifty ragged prisoners, their bodies frail from starvation and neglect.

Some bore festering wounds crawling with maggots.

The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, scorching the prisoners without relief.

lifeless eyes turned toward him. One prisoner, gaunt and weathered, broke the

what crime did you commit to wind

treatment to the Montclairs because

young," murmured an elderly man, skin hanging loosely from

is no place for you. You have

old man's gaze. "What's

was just walking past when a lord's son called out. I didn't respond fast enough. Eight

Alex gasped,

old man chuckled darkly, shaking his

He pointed to a man with empty eye sockets and

girlfriend stared at him

He pointed again.

dirtied a lord's fancy coat outside his shop. Five years and

interrupted them. "Shut your mouths! Feeding

guard hurled scraps of rotten food

eyes followed, but only two older prisoners

pitiful portions into tiny morsels no

disbelief at the

old man

give us barely enough

for food. But we refuse to become animals. Instead, we split it evenly and wait

clenched, fury igniting deep inside him.

and ignore justice?

justice?" scoffed one prisoner bitterly. "They think they're kings of this country

old man coughed

gently, "Don't fret. One

on a throne while we, his people, suffer without justice. He'll answer for it

sorrowful. "I'm sorry, but the king might not even

gave a knowing smile,

know what's happening to his own people, he's failed in his duty. The True Source put him there to serve responsibly. Still, he shrugged gently, "we

to finally go home," another prisoner whispered,

in

said, choking back

was four months pregnant. Our oldest was only two. I wonder what's

barked

herself and the

the shame of being married to

mouth!" the prisoner

son will be grown, and my wife will greet me