The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 580

This was no longer a simple fight.

“We’re defending ourselves!” one of the fatties shouted back, voice trembling but defiant. “You were the ones who attacked us first!”

“Doesn’t matter,” the burly man sneered. “We are the Servants’ Discipline Department. No one will listen to your excuses. The elders will stand with us.”

His words hung heavy in the air.

Authority. Power. Influence.

They weren’t just facing swords.

They were facing the weight of the entire hierarchy.

Alex’s iron wok came down one last time.

The final standing member of the second wave from the Servants’ Discipline Department crumpled to the ground. Silence followed—broken only by groans and the scrape of bodies shifting in pain.

Alex turned to First Fatty, breathing steady, eyes sharp.

“How many people are there in total in the Servants’ Discipline Department?”

First Fatty hesitated, then answered, “About a hundred.”

“A hundred?” the burly man barked from the ground, blood running down his mouth as he forced himself up on one elbow. “You ignorant fools. There are nearly three thousand servants in the sect. Two hundred belong to the Servants’ Discipline Department alone. And when they hear about this, all of them will come for you.”

His voice trembled with fury and promise.

“All of them.”

Alex went quiet.

Three hundred was not impossible for him.

But if he crushed them all, he would make enemies of the entire department, even the entire sect. Elders. Supervisors. Every faction that feared losing control.

This would not stay a simple grudge.

He looked at First Fatty. “Brother… is the Servants’ Discipline Department corrupt?”

First Fatty let out a cold laugh. “There’s nothing more corrupt in this place than them.”

“What do you know about—”

The burly man didn’t finish his sentence.

Alex’s iron wok swung in a tight arc and smashed into his face. The impact knocked him flat. His body twitched once before going still.

Alex lowered the wok and turned back to the fatties.

“Brothers,” he said calmly, “we can’t stand here and wait for all three hundred of them to surround us. That would be foolish.”

The eight fatties exchanged uneasy looks.

“I’m thinking we go to their headquarters,” Alex continued. “We strike first. We take control of the Servants’ Discipline building and end this at the root. If we control the headquarters, this problem can be solved cleanly—before it spirals out of control.”

“Alex… just to confirm,” Third Fatty said cautiously, jogging beside him. “We’re attacking their headquarters?”

“Yes.”

“The building where all three hundred of them work?”

“Yes.”

“The place filled with weapons, records, chains, and torture rooms?”

Alex nodded once. “That one.”

Third Fatty ran in silence for three seconds.

“…Good. I was worried we were doing something reckless.”

The fatties froze.

“You’re serious?” one of them asked.

Eight Fatty was the first to step forward, eyes blazing. “That’s a good idea. I’ve been sick of those bastards for a long time. If we’re going to fight them, we might as well hit them where it hurts. I’ve always wanted to smash that building at least once.”

“I’m in,” another fatty said without hesitation.

“Count us in too,” the rest chimed in, one after another.

There was no more doubt in their voices.

“Well then,” Eight Fatty grinned, lifting his iron wok onto his shoulder. “We’re brothers. All for one, and one for all. Let’s go pay them a visit.”

A slow smile touched Alex’s face. “Good. Can someone lead the way?”

“Wait,” Fifth Fatty puffed. “Shouldn’t we make a plan first?”

“We have a plan,” Alex replied.

“We do?”

“Yes.”

Eighth Fatty grinned. “Hit them first. Hit them hard.”

Fifth Fatty frowned. “That’s not a plan. That’s a slogan.”

Alex’s eyes stayed forward.

“It becomes a plan,” he said calmly, “if we survive it. Let’s go. Dotn worry I will handle it!”

“I will lead you,” said Sixth Fatty, the smallest and quickest among them. He was known for his speed despite his size. “Just follow me.”

He took off at once.

The other fatties thundered after him, their heavy steps shaking the ground. Alex ran alongside them, matching their pace easily.

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