The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 445

The flying iron door crashed back and crushed two thugs who’d been waiting with rifles, their bodies folding like paper under cold iron.

An alarm split the night. “Enemy attack!” someone screamed. The room filled with men reaching for laser pistols, faces hard with surprise and fury.

It was what war looked like in alleys—fast, ugly, inevitable. But Alex was faster.

He moved like a blade: precise, brutal. Men went down with snapped bones and gasps.

Weapons clattered and sparked across the wet stones. He didn’t hesitate.

He broke wrists, snapped arms, tore men off their feet. The fight was a series of short, sharp sentences—strike, fall, breathe.

From the back of the room Jack Chambers appeared, a bull of a man with a grin that smelled of oil and money.

Beside him stood a hulking iron robot, bristling with guns and menace.

“You think you walk in here and take my turf?” Jack growled. “You bastard—do you want to die? Meet my guard: the latest model. It can crush a hundred men without breaking a sweat—”

Jack never finished.

Alex lunged. With one hand he slammed into the robot’s core.

Metal arms tore and sparks flew; the machine’s frame folded like a wounded animal and slammed into the wall, sending concrete tasting the floor.

Jack’s confident grin snapped into confusion.

“Did you say something?” Alex asked, cold and close.

Jack’s face went white. He dropped to his knees so fast it looked like an act. “No—no, sir. Welcome home, boss. Tell me what you want me to do. I will do it with my life.”

After that night nothing was the same. Each week Alex walked with the Kingswell through the city’s underside.

“Young Master,” Jack said as he followed Alex down the narrow alley.

“This territory belongs to one of the toughest gangs in the city. Most of them are illegal immigrants from Xia. They call themselves cultivators—people who use breathing techniques and focus heaven and earth energy to harden their bodies. They’re stronger than machines. Are you sure you want to take them on?”

Alex didn’t even look back. “Sure,” he said, walking straight toward a run-down gambling den glowing with red neon.

Two guards stood at the door, both sleeveless and built like fighters. One raised a brow. “You here to gamble?”

Alex smiled. “No. I’m here to take over this gang.”

The words hit like a gunshot.

“You—!” the man snapped, dropping into a fighting stance. But before either of them could move, an invisible pressure slammed into them.

Their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Jack froze, his breath caught in disbelief. He’d seen robot soldiers torn apart by these fighters, machines built for war reduced to scrap in seconds. These people fought like engines of flesh and fury—cold, precise, unstoppable.

And now, one of the gang’s strongest guards lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious—taken out without Alex even lifting a finger.

Alex pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The den was alive with noise—cards snapping, dice rolling, men laughing through smoke.

He let his energy flare just enough to sense the strongest presence in the building. His eyes narrowed toward the back room.

He walked through the hall.

A guard tried to stop him. “Sir, this area’s restricted—”

Before the man could finish, he dropped, unconscious like the others.

Alex opened the last door. Inside, a middle-aged man worked over floating 3D data projections. He turned sharply, frowning. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m here to take this gang under my control,” Alex said calmly.

“Taking my place?” The man laughed, rising to his full height. His voice dripped arrogance. “Do you even know who I am?”

“No,” he said evenly. “But here’s the real question—do you know who I am?”

“Bastard!” the man roared, thrusting his fist forward. A shockwave rippled through the air, charged with raw inner energy. “Die!”

The blow connected with Alex’s chest—but the moment it did, the man’s expression twisted in horror.

His energy vanished into Alex like water swallowed by the sea. Then, just as quickly, it rebounded—amplified—ripping through his own arm and exploding inside his body.

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