The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 394

"Uncle," Frederick snapped.

"How could you stand on this loser's side? He dares demand two hundred million from us? Why don't we just drag him out and torture him?"

"Loser? Torture me?" Alex let out a low, weary laugh and rubbed his temple as if Frederick's words gave him a headache.

He raised a single finger, his eyes narrowing. "Three hundred million. If not, I'm walking out right now to heal my emotional hurt. Goodbye."

He turned toward the door without hesitation.

"Who allowed you to come and go as you please!"

Frederick lunged for him, but before he could touch Alex, Henry's fist smashed into Frederick's face with a heavy thud that echoed through the room.

Frederick staggered back, crashing to the floor.

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Uncle... why did you hit me?"

"You useless fool!" Henry's voice thundered. His face was dark with fury.

"Every time you open your mouth, filth spills out. Get the hell out if you can't control yourself!"

"Henry, that was too much." Benjamin's voice was low, his brow furrowed with anger at seeing his son struck.

"You shut up too!" Henry's glare cut into him like a blade.

"Our father's life hangs by a thread, and the help we need is right here! Yet you two are squabbling like children. If something happens to Father, can you bear that responsibility?"

Benjamin bristled, but Henry wasn't finished. His voice shook with cold rage.

"This should've been simple. We could've resolved it without spending a dime. But your idiot son provoked him, and now the price has risen to three hundred million."

"If I let him continue, Alex might demand even more. Are you ready to pay that?"

son fell silent, shame and fear flickering across

pride was martial strength, and at its center stood Samuel Prescott-the governor of Lexington, a martial master at the legendary

bay and the state secure. If he died, the Prescott family would collapse, and their enemies would come

his voice firm and

my family proper manners. Please forgive their insults. Three hundred million is nothing compared to my father's life. Save

smile. "Wise choice. For a family as wealthy and powerful as the Prescotts, three hundred million is

intent flashing before he quickly buried it. He clenched his fists, forcing

polite, "as long as

didn't answer. Instead, he stepped closer, placing his hand gently on

he read the old

to the fabled level one hundred, but without proper technique or guidance, he

drew in a deep breath. His energy stirred, a tide of power flowing

the chaos ravaging the governor's body, redirecting it, forcing the wild energy back

surpassed level 100, guiding Samuel's chaotic energy past the final barrier was child's

precise, unshakable, like a master musician

minutes, Samuel's body convulsed, his head snapping back as he spat out a thick mouthful

rolled back, and

wipe

He's out of immediate danger. But his body's still riddled with

at least an hour. His energy is still circulating. Disturb him now, and it could spiral into chaos. If that happens,

matter of payment isn't an issue. But we need to confirm my father's condition

discreet signal with

forward, crouched beside Samuel, and quickly activated all the

furrowed, then his eyes suddenly widened as

He froze in place.

wrong with my father?" The doctor blinked,

is steady. The stagnant blood has been purged, and even the torn meridians show signs

cursed, his face

without scaring us half to death?" His frustration burned, because deep inside he knew-if Samuel had died, he could've justified killing

"Your doctor has confirmed it. He'll recover. That's

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