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."

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

your little sister! How dare you do this?

"Listen, Jasmine. I swore I'd never kill you. I only need you to lure Alex

kill you, Charles. You're

Alex was still down in the stadium, tearing

alive who can kill him," Charles

has a weakness. The people he loves, the ones he protects- someone will

Jasmine spat,

"No, sister. Since you and Father cut off my

Gilbert's inheritance. I'll

back in the arena, ten minutes

hundred men already lay scattered across the floor,

stadium, only to find another chamber filled with hardened killers. Their blades gleamed, their eyes

a cold smile. "Outside were the fodder.

dropped to

anyone could move, the air

clamped around the leader's throat. The room froze

don't have time for games," Alex growled, his voice like thunder shaking the room. "Tell

hundred men froze in disbelief as Alex's hand clamped tight around their

him!" the

even need to swing his blade. He unleashed his overwhelming aura, and one by one, every thug's

silence that followed, only the leader remained, pale

a superhuman..." he stammered,

the man's throat, knuckles white with pressure. The

growled, his voice low and

before I snap

leader's body betrayed him, wetting himself as he broke. "Yes! Yes,

sat in the

the wheel, the gang leader

a lamb led to

tumbled out of his mouth in a frantic stream, fear cracking his voice as he babbled every secret

“Charles... he's got Jasmine

a connection. One of Gilbert's former

"Because..." the leader's voice

revenge

Charles doesn't kill

al.ne

fortune becomes open bounty. Every hired gun in the world will be after your

attorney?"

spends his nights

leader said quickly.

a glowing nightclub, bass thundering from inside.

out without

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