The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 377

The State of Colombia, under Governor Pablo Falcao, was in a live conference with six other state governors.

"Four new governors in just one year-Vancouver, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Paris... unbelievable," Pablo muttered, his voice thick with contempt.

"They must have been handpicked by the king himself," he added, leaning forward.

"We, the old guard, can't just sit here and let that boy do whatever he wants. If we don't act now, we'll be replaced too."

"We can't let that stupid, brainless king—who spends his days chasing women— lead this country into ruin!"

One of the governors raised an eyebrow. "Pablo, don't you think the new king is better than the old one?"

"He's too young to be our king-and far too foolish!" Pablo snapped.

His palm slammed against the table with a crack that echoed through the call. "If he stops us from making weapons, where the hell will our profits come from?"

"Oh, come on, Pablo. We're the weakest country out there. Any weapon we make means nothing to the others."

"Honestly, I think the king made a wise move-shutting down weapon production and focusing on farming," one governor said.

"That's because your Vinland State only has farms!" Pablo roared, his face flushing with anger.

"Can't you see? He's turning this proud nation into a weak, weaponless, coward's land!"

"I'm done with this conversation," the Vinland governor shot back before cutting his camera feed and leaving the meeting.

"Get out, you coward!" Pablo barked after him. Then he glared at the others.

"And what about you? Are you with me or not? Our king is a coward. He's weak and he will lead this country to ruin!"

Pablo began cursing loudly, rallying the others to his side-when something happened.

The five remaining governors saw it first: a man suddenly appeared behind Pablo, landing lightly as if he had dropped from the air.

“So, Pablo,” the man said, voice calm yet deadly, "you want to rebel against your king?"

Pablo's blood turned to ice. He twisted around and his face went pale.

"I heard everything," the man continued, stepping closer.

"And I'll give you one chance. Take one hit from my palm. If you can stand after it, you'll be king."

Alex stood there-King Alexander Leonhart himself.

"What... what are you doing here?" Pablo's voice cracked.

have eyes and ears everywhere," Alex said

I don't know who will use it to fan rebellion? Do

the young king had strength but no

he had set a trap and sprung it personally-

to kill

the chance to take my place, under

defeated the old king with my power. If

a meter from Pablo. His eyes were cold,

and bleed for you. Take one of my strikes yourself. If you

politics, not a duel of raw power. Still, pride forced

of

said, his voice like steel. "If you survive one of my

too. You think you can

final, like

blur, his palm

from the heavens-air shattered, the

was blasted backward with such force that the wall behind him vanished in an instant, reduced

outward, leaving a gaping hole

thing beyond that ragged hole was open air. Pablo was gone

five other governors stared in shock, unable

Pablo's nonsense, challenging my authority. So I gave him an

of you-listen well. If

doorstep myself... and we'll

chill ran down their spines, their throats

"Yes, my King."

dropping low, "the entire Falcao family

expression shadowed with

my King," the others replied

a leaf... then the tree... then the entire

of Colombia and their military into war against our nation's

thousands-tens of thousands-dead.

them dead

no one will start a civil

new governor will be chosen by the people of Colombia

stepped closer to the camera

your king is death—not just for you, but for your whole

to ignore

year, but hear me now: every wall you speak near has my ears. Ifl hear you slander me again,

governors

Please, forgive