The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 358

Gilbert stood frozen in shock, unable to comprehend seeing Alex standing boldly in front of him.

“You worthless piece of trash!” Gilbert spat venomously. “What the hell are you doing here?”

A guard raised his iron baton, ready to strike Gilbert down, but Alex swiftly raised a hand, halting the entire room with a silent command.

Alex smirked coldly. “Why shouldn't I be here?”

Gilbert’s mind spun wildly, still unable to grasp the situation unfolding before him.

He glanced around, noticing dozens of eyes glaring at him with murderous intent, but he brushed it off arrogantly.

To him, they were nothing more than ants—pitiful, powerless ants. Why fear a swarm of insects?

He had stolen their family members, taken their daughters, even their women, and killed whoever he pleased—and they still couldn’t lay a finger on him.

They were nothing. Powerless. Useless.

Why fear insects that couldn’t bite?

He was a Guise, untouchable. Practically invulnerable.

“You insignificant pest still don’t realize where you’re standing, do you?” Gilbert sneered, stepping forward aggressively.

He jabbed his finger into Alex’s chest, contempt dripping from every word. “This is the Guise family hall. Guards, grab this scumbag! Break every bone in his pathetic body!”

Yet none of the guards moved.

They simply stared at Gilbert, eyes filled with mocking disdain, like spectators watching a foolish dog challenging a lion.

Alex seized Gilbert’s pointed finger with terrifying speed and twisted brutally.

A sickening snap echoed through the hall.

“Arghh!” Gilbert screamed, eyes bulging with pain.

Without hesitation, Alex drove his fist into Gilbert’s face, shattering his nose and sending four teeth clattering onto the marble floor.

Gilbert collapsed, blood streaming from his face, howling in agony.

“You’re dead, Alex! Do you hear me? You’ll die screaming—I swear I’ll torture you!”

Norman, who had watched silently as his family members were cut down one by one, finally exploded in rage as his son crumpled to the floor.

“Do you realize what you’ve done, you arrogant fool?” Norman roared to Alex.

His voice trembled with fury.

“You’ve declared war on all of Paris! Even if you slaughter us tonight, your entire family will be hunted down by the whole country. If you value your miserable life, you’d better let us go right now!”

“Oh, really?” Alex laughed darkly, stepping casually toward Norman.

“I thought you people knew how this worked. Isn’t it your rule—the powerful stomp on the weak, and the weak just suffer in silence?”

“These families have suffered endlessly, losing their daughters and loved ones because of you.”

“Isn’t it your turn to stay quiet and endure the pain—just like you made them do under people stronger than you?”

Norman’s eyes flashed with hatred, his laughter bitter and dangerous.

“You know what? I don’t care who you think you are. To me, you’re just another terrorist drunk on your temporary power.”

“I’ve already called the military; the generals will be here soon enough. If you want to live, you’d better run now.”

Gilbert staggered to his feet, face bloody but eyes fierce with newfound hope.

“Did you hear that, asshole? The soldiers are coming. You’re finished! All of you will be wiped out!”

The crowd paled in fear, the threat palpable in the heavy silence. But Alex simply burst into mocking laughter, unfazed.

“You think this is funny?” Norman hissed.

“It’s hilarious,” Alex replied calmly. “You’re counting on reinforcements that will never set foot in this room.”

“Impossible!” Norman snapped defiantly.

“Stop pretending you know anything, you pathetic fool!” Gilbert shouted furiously. “You’d better start begging for mercy!”

Alex shot Norman a cold, hard glare. “Go on, call your troops yourself. I’m not going anywhere—I’ll be right here waiting.”

Determined to humiliate Alex, Norman connected the phone to the hall’s large display screen.

His fingers trembled as he dialed, his expression fierce and confident.

The screen flickered to life, revealing General Cole’s uneasy face.

“General Cole!” Norman barked urgently. “Have your soldiers arrived yet? I’ve been waiting for hours!”

Cole hesitated, his face pale and troubled. “I’m sorry, Norman. It’s not that I don’t want to help, but my hands are tied.”

Norman’s eyes widened in shock, disbelief twisting his features.

“What the hell are you saying? Are you seriously telling me this right now? Paris is under attack, and you’re doing nothing?”

“Can you contact someone higher up?” General Cole said helplessly. “My orders come straight from above—I’m grounded and forbidden to move.”

“How dare they!” Norman growled, seething with rage. “Keep your men ready—I’ll call the Minister of Defense myself!”

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