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."

her into a seat. She struggled, eyes burning

you

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

you, Charles. You're

jet rumbled, preparing for takeoff. Alex was still down in the stadium, tearing through wave after

man alive who can kill him," Charles said, half to

he loves, the ones he protects- someone will make him bleed. Someone will make him

spat, hatred

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

to get Gilbert's

the arena, ten minutes

men already lay scattered across the floor, groaning

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

stepped forward, lips curling into a cold smile. "Outside were the fodder. In here, you face the elite. Kill

dropped to signal the

anyone could move, the air shifted. Alex blurred,

his hand clamped around the leader's throat. The

like thunder shaking the room. "Tell me where

disbelief as Alex's

the leader

his overwhelming aura, and one by one, every thug's eyes rolled back as they

followed, only the leader remained, pale

he

fury as his grip tightened around the man's throat, knuckles white with pressure. The leader gagged, his face turning red, sweat pouring down

his voice low and

everything... before I snap your

wetting himself as he broke. "Yes!

later, Alex sat in the passenger seat of a black

the gang leader gripped the steering wheel with

like a

a frantic stream, fear cracking his voice as he

“Charles... he's got Jasmine

hiding, but-there's a connection. One of Gilbert's former attorneys, a man stiffin contact with

"Because..." the leader's voice

revenge

doesn't

al.ne

months, Gilbert's fortune becomes open bounty. Every hired

the attorney?"

Mike. He spends his

leader said quickly.

nightclub, bass thundering from inside. "Find Mike, and

out without a

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