All Chapters of Unparalleled Supremacy: Chapter 341
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At that moment, in the heart of New York's elite district, the Benson estate loomed like a fortress—elegant, silent, and shrouded in the kind of stillness that only follows death. The air was saturated with the faint aroma of incense and lilies—remnants of Eddie Benson’s funeral rites, held just days prior. Just days after the funeral rites of Eddie Benson, the younger son of the family, the household was cloaked in gloom. The mansion’s front villa, usually reserved for grand galas and gatherings, had been transformed into a somber shrine. White floral wreaths lined the walls. At the center of the grand hall rested Eddie’s polished mahogany coffin, flanked by silver candelabras and the sorrowful gaze of gathered kin. The inner circle of the Benson family had retreated to the patriarch’s private villa deeper within the estate. The senior members of the Benson bloodline had gathered like a storm front, seated around a long obsidian table in a room where even the air dared not mov
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Peter including the rest of the family members present in the room, were taken aback by Dylan's words“l “What do you mean?” Peter queried. “Are you going against my orders?” “No, dad. I want revenge for Eddie but I think sending our own men is the right decision. According to the information I gathered, Chris isn't just a regular man and it would take much more than our guards to bring him down.” “You are making me even more confused. You said that Chris was just a lowly scum. So what if he knows a few fighting tricks? Do you think the Benson guards aren't enough to deal with him?” one of the senior members stated. Dylan added, eyes narrowing, “Chris isn’t just some low-tier grunt.. I’ve dug deeper… and the pieces don’t add up. This man—he’s no ordinary nobody. He’s hiding something.” Peter’s gaze snapped to Dylan. “Explain.” Without a word, Dylan took out a sleek tablet, tapping the screen. A moment later, the family’s 85-inch television displayed a dimly lit security feed.
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The heavy storm clouds over Brooklyn seemed to mirror the tension brewing within the opulent confines of the Hudson family mansion. Inside the expansive drawing room, a solemn silence reigned as the Hudsons awaited the arrival of the man who now wielded the authority of vengeance like a guillotine blade—Dylan Benson. The room smelled of vintage wood polish and expensive cigars, but underneath that lingered the undeniable stench of fear. Harold Hudson, the patriarch of the Hudson family, stood near the wide bay windows, his fingers twitching nervously behind his back. He tried to appear dignified and composed, but the truth was far less flattering. The doors were thrown open with a thud. Dylan Benson strode into the room, his tailored black suit hugging his athletic frame with militaristic precision. His aura radiated fury—quiet, restrained, but poisonous. Behind him followed a lean man with skin like tanned leather, eyes dark and empty like a void, and footsteps so quiet that he
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The air in the Hudson mansion was thick with tension, like a storm cloud swelling before a torrential downpour. Despite the dazzling afternoon sun streaming through the stained-glass windows, casting fractured beams of ruby, sapphire, and emerald across the polished marble floor, there was no warmth to be found inside the stately home. The radiant colors only added an eerie contrast to the grim atmosphere that saturated every corner of the room. In the center of the vast drawing room, Harold Hudson stood like a man awaiting judgment. The long mahogany conference table before him gleamed under the chandelier’s glow, but his mind was elsewhere — fixated on the anxiety clawing at his gut. The mansion's interior temperature was cool and well-regulated, yet sweat prickled at the nape of Harold’s neck and trickled down his spine, as if his body sensed something sinister approaching. Then the door creaked open. The sound, though subtle, struck like thunder. Conversations died mid-sentence
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Simon’s gaze flicked to his son, Sean, seated a few seats away. Sean sat with a stiff posture, his right arm still wrapped in a medical sling. Though the swelling had reduced, his bruises had only begun to fade. Even under the careful application of concealer and foundation, the injuries Chris had inflicted upon him were still painfully visible — a reminder of the utter humiliation he’d endured. Sean cleared his throat, his voice heavy with bitterness and unresolved resentment. “Chris won’t respond to threats against himself,” he began slowly, his eyes scanning the room filled with shadows and power. “But he will move mountains if Eva Carter is in danger.” Dylan tilted his head slightly, intrigued. “Eva?” A pause lingered, and Sean clenched his fists before continuing. “Everything you have heard is the truth, she’s the reason this entire mess began,” he said. “Chris has always gone out of his way to protect her — even nearly crippled me once, just for looking at her the wrong way.”
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Later that afternoon Far across the city, the Cross Corporation tower loomed over Brooklyn like a gleaming sentinel of steel and glass. Its mirrored windows shimmered under the last light of day, a symbol of power, innovation — and now, vulnerability. Inside, the air was calm. A junior technician sipped his coffee, his eyes scanning the dozens of surveillance feeds flickering across the monitors. Then he saw it — several unmarked black vans pulling up beside the construction site. Men in dark clothing spilled out, moving with purpose. Crowbars, chains, and jerry cans of gasoline in hand. His eyes widened. “What the hell…” He reached for the intercom. But before he could sound the alarm — everything went dark. A loud buzz erupted as the entire floor lost power. Screens blacked out. Emergency lights flickered to life with dim red glows. The technician cursed and scrambled for the backup switch. But it was too late. Across Brooklyn, five sites belonging to Cross Corporation were
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Moments later, Eva was marching across the marble lobby of Cross Corporation’s headquarters, her heels echoing with each step like war drums. She climbed into the black SUV waiting outside, flanked by her security detail. Her mind buzzed with thoughts — rage, confusion, and a hardening determination. Whoever did this didn’t just attack her property; they challenged her authority. And that was a mistake she wouldn’t forgive. The sleek black SUV pulled out of the underground garage like a predator on the move, escorted by two backup vehicles. Inside, Eva sat silently, hands folded over her lap, but her eyes burned with restrained fury. --- When they arrived at the site, the SUV screeched to a halt at the edge of the destruction. Smoke lingered in the air as if the site itself had exhaled after being violated. The perimeter fencing surrounding the area had been bent inward and some parts had been ripped down and trampled under steel-toed boots. Concrete pipes were shattered like
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Eva had a stern look on her face as she responded. “Yes, I'm very sure and this is a very bad joke. If you leave now then I might consider not filing a lawsuit against you all for your act of vandalism and extortion.” “Extortion…..Call it a neighborhood tax and we are only demanding what is rightfully yours in the first place” Tyrone grinned, eyes narrowing. “We watched you work your way up, Chairwoman. All that power, all those partnerships… but Pegasus is gone. And you’re standing in Brooklyn now. Our Brooklyn.” “You entered private property,” she said, eyes blazing. “You assaulted my workers, destroyed millions in equipment, and now you’re standing here issuing threats like it won’t cost you.” “It’s already cost you,” he snapped, taking a step closer. “You think you’re still untouchable? The moment Pegasus Enterprise cut you off, you became a big target. You don’t run Brooklyn. We do. And your fancy title doesn’t mean shit out here.” Behind Eva, her security team tensed. One
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A few moments prior Ever since the incident with Eddie Benson, Chris had secretly assigned Ethan to personally watch Eva’s movement in secret. Thus when Eva left cross corporation, Ethan was able to follow them to the construction site. When he saw the debris of the site he immediately made a phone call to Chris to inform him. Chris’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Ethan?” “We have a situation, sir” Ethan said. “Thugs just tried to seize Cross Corporation’s site in Brooklyn. Not amateurs either — they were organized.” Chris was silent for a moment. “Was Eva there?” “Yes, sir.” Chris was silent for a while, wondering why Eva hadn't informed him yet. “Is she okay?” “She’s fine,” Ethan said. “The madam seems to be handling the situation well for now. “Good, keep watching for now and only intervene when it gets out of her control” Chris said quietly. “I’ll be on my way now so send me the location.” “Yes, sir.” Ethan hung up and looked at Eva, who was still trying to k
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Ethan moved with surgical precision—each blow measured, every motion efficient. It wasn’t wild or frenzied. It was orchestrated violence. He wasn’t just a man trained in combat. He was made for it. Another thug tried sneaking from behind. Eva saw it, tried to call out—but Ethan had already sensed it. Without turning, he kicked backward, heel slamming into the man’s knee. The thug fell with a shriek, clutching his twisted leg. Five more remained. “Don’t just stand there!” the leader shouted, panic now creeping into his voice. “He’s one man!” The remaining fighters hesitated, eyes darting between each other. Ethan met their gaze. Then he cracked his knuckles, calm and deadly. “Your window to run just closed.” With that, he lunged again. He leaped onto a low wall, flipped over one man’s head, and landed behind him. A quick strike to the kidneys, another to the throat—down. He ducked another blow, swept the legs of the next man, mounted his back, and slammed his head into the grav