The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 310

Van Damme stormed across the hall, his battered frame wrapped in blood-streaked cloth, boots striking the floor like hammer blows.

He stopped dead, eyes burning like black fire, locking onto the tense faces of Vancouver’s rank two, three, and four.

“One of you bastards slipped poison in my veins,” he said, voice low and lethal.

Immediately, one of his men leaped to his feet, eyes blazing with anger and fear.

"You’ve got a lot of nerve! We're poisoned too, Van! Don't you dare point that finger at us!"

Van’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

"Funny you mention nerve. A snake from Chicago slithered up to me a few days ago, offering me cash to poison the whole damn lot of you.”

“Offered me a measly payout to betray my people. Even though Vancouver’s running lean, I still got pride—I told that bastard to go to hell."

A stunned silence rippled through the room, eyes widening with suspicion and fear.

Jasmine surged to her feet, her voice urgent, almost desperate.

"I promised each of you ten million dollars for victory! Isn’t that enough? Isn’t loyalty worth anything to you?"

Van chuckled harshly, eyes narrowing sharply.

“Ten million? You call that real money?” he sneered.

“Chicago’s offering way more. If they win, they take your stocks—worth half a billion. You know what they waved in front of my face?”

“A hundred million. Cash. No strings.”

Gasps exploded around the room, followed by frantic whispers. Greed and doubt clawed visibly at the faces around the table.

Suddenly, Van drew his sword, its blade gleaming ominously in the low light.

Without hesitation, he plunged it deep into Rank Four’s chest, the impact sickeningly clear.

"What the hell are you doing?" someone roared, rising in shock and panic.

"I'm taking care of business," Van snarled, pressing the blade deeper, blood trickling from Rank Four’s mouth.

Rank Four gasped, voice cracking in panic. “It wasn’t me!”

Van stepped in, face inches away, his tone like a blade dipped in ice.

“The others stared with hunger, jealous they didn’t get the same offer. But you… you looked away. Sweat rolling down your face when I locked eyes with you.”

“Your eyes screamed regret—regret you didn’t ask for more. Let me guess... they gave you twenty million? Pathetic. You sold out for scraps while they dangled five times that in front of me.”

"You're wrong," Rank Four rasped weakly.

"Am I?" Van’s eyes glowed fiercely.

"Maybe we check your bank records—or your family’s. Better yet, if someone goes to your house right now, will they find your bags packed, a Chicago citizen’s card tucked in your coat?"

Rank Four’s eyes widened in horror, words dying in his throat. "How… how did you know…"

Van twisted the sword slightly, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn’t—until just now."

With ruthless finality, Van pushed the blade straight through Rank Four’s heart, a grim smile on his lips.

"No mercy for traitors. Enjoy your payoff in hell."

Rank Four’s eyes glazed over, disbelief etched permanently into his lifeless face.

His dreams of wealth and freedom, a new life with his mistress, vanished in one swift, brutal instant.

Immediately, security guards surged forward, grabbing Van’s arms.

Jasmine stepped closer, eyes blazing fiercely. "If you killed an innocent man, there’s no mercy for you either."

Van met her gaze steadily, defiance blazing in his eyes. "He wasn’t innocent. This snake touched me this morning—no one else had the chance."

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