The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 388

"Shoot him!" Voices erupted, weapons raised in every direction.

"Whoever kills him takes the money!"

Dozens of guns swung toward Alex. But the moment bullets flew, chaos ripped through the crowd.

"Stop shooting! You're hitting your own men!" someone screamed—right before a stray bullet tore through his chest.

Gunfire roared from every direction, bullets ripping into the wrong targets.

Alex moved like a phantom, weaving through the storm.

Every slash, every sidestep turned their fury back on themselves.

Blades missed him and cut down allies. Bullets tore through bodies meant to be comrades.

The more they fought, the more they destroyed each other.

Men dropped where they stood, some clutching wounds, others falling lifeless with clean shots to the head.

The scene spiraled into pure chaos-blood, screams, and friendly fire turning the battlefield into a slaughterhouse.

From his vantage point, Charles watched in disbelief. To him, Alex wasn't battling —he was toying with them.

"Pathetic," Charles spat, his voice dripping with scorn. "Hundreds of you, and you can't kill one man."

Shame burned across his face.

He turned away, disgusted, as Alex began dropping fighters one by one.

Every strike sent another man crashing to the ground, unconscious. The faster Alex moved, the higher the bodies piled.

One of the leaders rushed to him, desperate. "Sir Charles, wait! We still have more men. Give us time. We'll finish him."

Charles' tone was ice. "If you kill him, I'll pay as promised."

"But, you'll never win against that monster."

With that, he left the carnage behind, striding toward the highest floor of the

arena.

A private jet waited, its engines humming in readiness.

"As long as I hold Gilbert's fortune and Jasmine in my grasp, I can control Alex," Charles muttered as he climbed aboard. His jaw tightened with regret.

"Damn fools. It was a mistake trusting them. Maybe I searched for the wrong kind of killer. I need more than brutes—I need a superhuman killer."

Jasmine onto the jet, forcing her into a seat. She struggled, eyes

your little sister! How dare you do

studied her, a sigh heavy on his lips. "Listen, Jasmine. I swore I'd never kill you. I only need you to lure

you, Charles.

Alex was still down in the stadium, tearing through wave

a man alive who can kill him," Charles

he protects- someone will make him bleed. Someone will make him destroy

Jasmine spat,

eyes hardened. "No, sister. Since you and Father cut off my funds, this

to get Gilbert's inheritance. I'll

the arena,

hundred men already lay scattered across the floor, groaning

only to find another chamber

a cold smile. "Outside were

to signal the

the air shifted. Alex blurred, faster than

hand clamped around the leader's throat.

voice like thunder shaking

as Alex's

the

Alex didn't even need to swing his blade. He unleashed his overwhelming aura, and one by one, every thug's eyes rolled back as they collapsed to

only the leader remained, pale and

he

tightened around the man's throat, knuckles white

talk," Alex growled, his

everything... before I

himself as he broke.

sat in the passenger seat of a black

leader gripped the

like a

fear cracking his voice as he babbled every secret he knew,

“Charles... he's got Jasmine

money, too. No one knows where he's hiding, but-there's a connection. One of Gilbert's former attorneys, a man stiffin contact

"Because..." the leader's voice

"the revenge has

doesn't kill

al.ne

hired gun in the

attorney?" Alex

attorney-his name is Mike. He spends

leader said quickly.

a glowing nightclub, bass thundering from inside. "Find Mike, and you'll find

stepped out without a

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