The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 638

High above on the roof of Bai Mansion, Alex watched the scene unfold through Mother Ai’s eyes. The blue interface tallied each new infraction in real time—two hundred and fourteen already, and the sun had barely cleared the eastern hills. A thin smile touched his lips.

“Record everything,” he said softly.

Mother Ai’s voice answered inside his head, calm and precise. “All visual and audio evidence logged, City Lord. The swarm is ready.”

In the shadowed storage rooms beneath the mansion, thousands of sleek black drones stirred to life once more, silent as death itself. They rose on whisper-quiet wings and slipped out into the bright morning air, invisible against the sky.

Down in the streets the bandits laughed louder now, drunk on easy fortune. Black Wolf slung a heavy sack of silver over his shoulder and grinned at the sky.

“Boys,” he called, voice booming, “I think we just found ourselves a new home.”

The trap had not merely opened wider.

It had welcomed them inside with open arms.

The bandits spilled deeper into Qingshui like a flood that had finally broken its dam.

Black Wolf kicked open the doors of the largest mansion on the main avenue, the one with lacquered pillars and a courtyard big enough for a small army. The owner—a plump silk merchant named Master Liu—stood in the entrance hall holding a lantern.

Most men would have screamed or reached for a hidden blade. Master Liu only smiled, bowed low, and said, “Honored guests, you are most welcome to this place. If you enter right now, it would be breaking and entering. But if you insist on robbing this house, then the best guest rooms are on the second floor. Fresh bedding and hot water are already prepared. Consider this house yours for the night because you are robbing it.”

Black Wolf blinked. His men behind him froze mid-step, knives still in their hands.

The merchant pressed a small pouch of gold coins into the chieftain’s palm. “Please don’t rob me, but if you insist on robbing me, here is a small token for your trouble, sirs. Please enjoy everything you see.”

It happened in house after house. Doors swung open before the bandits could break them. Wives offered bowls of warm wine. Children were shooed upstairs so the “honored robbers” could rest.

No one shouted. No one fought. The bandits, drunk on disbelief and easy plunder, simply moved in. They ate the food set out on tables, drank the wine left uncorked, and fell asleep in strangers’ beds with their boots still on.

By nightfall the entire outer district belonged to them. Laughter rolled down the streets. Fires crackled in borrowed courtyards.

They toasted their impossible fortune and told each other this was what the Jianghu was supposed to be—when the strong finally took what the weak had always owed them.

High on the roof of Bai Mansion, Alex watched every second through the blue glow of Mother Ai’s interface. The numbers climbed higher than they ever had.

“One thousand four hundred and twelve infractions,” the calm voice reported inside his head. “All recorded.”

Alex’s smile never reached his eyes. “Send the swarm.”

The drones rose without sound. Matte-black, invisible against the night sky, they drifted down like silent owls.

One by one the bandits felt nothing more than a cold prick at the base of the neck. Eyes widened for half a heartbeat, then rolled back.

Bodies slumped across silk sheets, across tavern tables, across the very floors they had claimed. Not a single scream. Not a single witness.

All of them were delivered to the Wudang sect, marked with the Gaia Band-Aid on their necks. They had already become perfect slaves—tightly bound and obedient.

They would be forced to train in the Wudang arts so they could later be ordered to do anything Alex wished. For now, they would have to train for years to straighten out their morals and minds, while also working hard to repay the extra money Alex had to pay the victims.

The more items they took, the longer and harder their working period became.

Everything is fair.

Before dawn the drones returned every stolen item to its rightful owner—plus extra its value in fresh silver. Broken doors were quietly repaired. Shattered locks replaced. Courtyards swept clean. When the people of Qingshui woke, they found their houses exactly as they had been, except their purses were heavier and their smiles wider.

Master Liu weighed the new pouch in his hand and laughed softly. “Another good night’s work.”

Greed had already taken root. By the next morning, the streets closest to the gates looked like a festival market left open to the wind.

Tables groaned under bolts of silk, jars of wine, whole roasted pigs still warm on spits, and open chests of coins.

Even the pleasure houses had moved their prettiest girls to the front steps. They sat in bright silks and low-cut robes, legs crossed, fans fluttering, smiling at every rider who came through the gates.

The second wave of bandits arrived at noon.

They reined in hard, horses lathered and eyes wide. The same stunned silence fell over them.

One young bandit, barely twenty, stared at a table piled high with food and wine right in the middle of the road. He reached out, picked up a roasted chicken leg, and took a bite. No one stopped him.

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