The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Alex walked fearlessly toward the group of gangsters, each armed with knives, machetes, katanas, and handguns–all poised to confront him.

“How dare you attack our men? You’ll die here!” snarled a man with a tattooed face, stepping forward to challenge Alex.

Without breaking stride, Alex delivered a swift slap across the man’s face, sending him sprawling to the ground, unconscious.

A hundred gang members tightened their grips on their weapons, eyes narrowing as they watched him.

But none moved to attack. Something about him was off–different.

Anyone else facing such a formidable crowd, surrounded by menacing killers wielding an arsenal of weapons, would show at least a flicker of fear.

But Alex’s eyes held none.

He strolled forward as if he were merely walking through a quiet park.

The casual ease with which he’d dispatched one of their own left them stunned.

They were used to bullying the weak, flaunting their power.

But this impenetrable man left them at a loss.

They had never encountered someone so fearless; they didn’t know how to handle him.

Many men, when they look into the eyes of death, blink. But this man seemed like the one who made death blink first.

“Take me to your boss,” Alex commanded, stopping in front of them.

“Who are you?” one man asked, his voice wavering.

“A guest. Is this how you treat guests?” Alex replied coolly.

One of the gang members, more arrogant than the rest, shouted, “I’ll kill you first, then take you to our boss!”

Bang!

A gunshot echoed, sending a ripple of tension through the crowd.

The arrogant man dropped to the ground, dead.

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His eyes stared lifelessly, a bullet wound in his side.

“What the hell are you doing?” one of them shouted at the gunman beside him.

The man with the gun stammered, “I didn’t pull the trigger… it just went off!”

The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, sensing that something was very wrong.

“I want to meet your boss,” Alex repeated into the tense silence.

“You bastard, who do you think you are?” someone else yelled, raising his gun at Alex.

Another gunshot rang out, and the man who had pointed his weapon at Alex suddenly fell, shot in the head by his friend standing behind him.

Blood splattered across the crowd as he collapsed to the ground.

The shooter looked down, horror etched on his face.

“The

gun

moved on its own!” he shouted, his voice trembling as he flung the weapon away.

Many in the crowd took a step back, fear creeping into their eyes.

Th

ched two men die simply for challenging this stranger, yet they couldn’t

ow it had happened.

ointed to the driver who had brought him.

omised to take me to your boss. Lead the way.”

The driver’s legs shook visibly, terror gripping him.

A few others moved to block Alex’s path.

“I don’t want to kill all of you,” Alex said evenly. “Even if you’re sinners, some of you may not deserve to die. Don’t test my patience, or I’ll erase every last one of you from this earth.”

He stepped forward, his gaze cold and unyielding. “Kneel.”

A crushing force seemed to press down upon them, and one by one, the hundred gang members fell to their knees, except for the quivering driver.

“You, lead the way,” Alex repeated.

“Y–yes… yes,” the driver stammered, stumbling forward.

The men tried to stand, but an invisible weight bore down on them, making it impossible. Fear hung thick in the air. 1

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They had heard stories of enhanced people–beings with supernatural abilities who could kill as easily as swatting a fly.

Like deadly war machines wielding terrifying power.

Many averted their eyes, too frightened to meet Alex’s gaze.

Internally, they cursed the driver: ‘Why did he bring this monster here?‘

The driver led Alex hastily to the boss’s office on the twelfth floor, throwing the door open without knocking.

“Who dares to enter without knocking?” the boss roared, standing abruptly.

He was right in the middle of an intimate moment with his beautiful assistant, just a few ” push and pulls” away from the grand finale–when suddenly, they both got caught off guard in the most awkward way possible.

His assistant scrambled to cover herself, retreating to the side.

Alex’s gaze was unflinching. “You’re forcing people to sell their land. I’ve come to ask you to stop.”

The boss, furious and unashamed, yanked open a drawer and pulled out a Magnum, aiming it at Alex. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Will you stop forcing people to sell their land?” Alex asked calmly, his eyes steady.

“This is my territory, my rules. I do whatever I want,” the boss sneered arrogantly.

Then, something shifted.

The boss’s hand, still gripping the gun, began to twist against his will. The barrel slowly turned until it was pointing into his own mouth.

Panic flashed in his eyes. He tried to resist, but his muscles betrayed him.

His gaze locked onto Alex, terror and regret evident.

The gun discharged.

The boss slumped over the desk, blood pooling around him.