The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 558

The first soldier arrived at a gallop, his horse skidding to a halt as he shouted, “No one take that money! It belongs to City Lord Bai Xi!”

Everyone there knew the name. Bai Xi—the city judge, the magistrate—was infamous.

Corrupt to the bone. He was the younger brother of Bai Xu, the late City Lord, and the uncle of Bai Xiaochun.

Zhuge Liang and the other citizens reacted instantly the moment the soldier barked his command.

They snatched up the gold ingots and scattered in all directions, disappearing into alleys and side streets.

The soldiers charged after them, shouting, trying to seize the gold by force—but the crowd moved too fast. Only a handful of unlucky people were caught.

When everything finally settled, the twenty soldiers had recovered only fifteen gold ingots. Around ten citizens were seized and dragged away in chains.

“You,” one of the head soldiers barked, pointing straight at Alex. “How dare you give gold to the people?”

The man’s eyes were full of contempt.

Just pure disdain—as if Alex were nothing more than street trash.

Alex stayed silent.

He still didn’t understand the full situation yet. Instead of reacting, he discreetly slid a transparent strip from his storage ring.

Gaia’s nano-device.

He pressed it gently against the back of his neck.

Information flooded his mind—it was Bai Xiaochun’s memories, everything the nanobots had managed to extract from the dead man’s brain.

“You bastard!” the head soldier shouted again. “I’m talking to you! Are you mute?”

Alex frowned as Bai Xiaochun’s memories slowly poured in.

Even if Bai Xiaochun was a complete jerk—an absolute disaster of a person—from everything Alex knew, he was still the City Lord’s legitimate son.

And in Xia, power like this was inherited.

Bai Xiaochun was, in name and law, the next City Lord the moment his father died.

So how dare this lowly head soldier mock him to his face?

If he still had his former power, he would have smashed the man’s skull with a single strike and sent him crawling straight to hell. But now—right now—his body was no stronger than that of a ten-year-old child in Xia.

Alex stepped back at once.

“Hold it right there,” a fat man on horseback said as he rode forward. “How can you treat Young Master Bai with such disrespect?”

The head soldier stiffened and bowed deeply. “City Lord Bai, this young man is causing danger to the villagers.”

“Head soldier,” Bai Xi said calmly, lifting a hand. “I am not the City Lord. I am merely acting in the role. Do not speak incorrectly.”

“Sir,” the head soldier said, bowing even lower, “all citizens already wish for you to become the City Lord. You are the only one fit for the position.”

“Enough.”

Bai Xi dismounted and walked toward Alex, his expression gentle, almost kind.

“My nephew,” he said warmly, “please forgive this head soldier. He only wishes to ensure your safety. Tell me—what happened here? Did someone rob you? And where did this money come from?”

Alex watched him closely.

Classic.

Good cop. Bad cop.

At that exact moment, the flood of Bai Xiaochun’s memories pouring into Alex’s mind from Gaia’s nanobots finally completed their transfer.

In an instant, Alex understood the full picture.

After Bai Xu’s death, Bai Xiaochun was the rightful City Lord. By law. By blood.

But his uncle had coveted the position for a long time. Bai Xi manipulated merchants, elders, clans, and disciples—buying loyalty with money, favors, and exclusive privileges, bending the law whenever it suited him.

For years, he convinced everyone that Bai Xiaochun was unworthy.

Then, after the City Lord’s death, the show began. Merchants, elders, and influential citizens stepped forward, publicly pleading for Bai Xi to take temporary control of the city as the acting City Lord.

They claimed Bai Xiaochun was unfit to rule.

That was how Bai Xi became the so-called “acting” City Lord—supposedly for the protection of the people.

And it didn’t stop there.

He had tried to kill Bai Xiaochun more than once.

Then the final memory surfaced.

Alex felt cold sweat soak his back.

Bai Xiaochun had not died because of the VÖXEN incident.

He had already been poisoned.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

The wine Bai Xi had given Bai Xiaochun was never meant to kill quickly. Taken over the course of months, it would slowly rot him from the inside.

By the time the VÖXEN crashed into him, Bai Xiaochun had already been half-dead.

Now his uncle had arrived—with twenty soldiers in tow.

They weren’t here to protect him.

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