All Chapters of King of War's Dominance: Chapter 111
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Chapter 110
“Alright,” Thom said calmly. “In that case, I will contact your director.”The two security guards immediately burst into laughter.“Do you even have Director Jian’s personal number?” the first guard mocked. “Don’t tell me you’re going to pretend to make a call now.”Thom did not answer. He simply took out his phone with a relaxed motion. The screen lit up, and his fingers moved slowly as he opened his contact list.Thom turned his phone screen toward the two guards.There, clearly displayed, was the name—Director Jian Diamond Star.The two guards reflexively stepped closer. Their faces, once full of ridicule, now shifted into doubt.“No way…” muttered the second guard.How could a man like Thom—with a plain unbranded T-shirt, simple sandals, and an old classic car—have Director Jian’s personal number? The very director whom even prominent businessmen struggled to meet?“That could just be a fake name,” the first guard argued quickly, trying to mask his nervousness. “You probably save
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“Sir…” the first guard’s voice broke. “We sincerely apologize. We didn’t know.”The second guard knelt as well, his forehead nearly touching the parking lot floor. “Please don’t fire us, Sir. This job is the only thing that feeds my wife and child at home. If I lose it, my family will have nothing…”“Yes, Sir!” the first guard continued, crying. “Me too. My child is still little. Please, give us a chance.”Without caring about their dignity, both of them crawled closer to Thom.They even kissed the tips of Thom’s shoes repeatedly!Several employees entering and leaving the building stopped in their tracks. The sight of two uniformed security guards kneeling and crying in the parking lot naturally drew attention. Whispers began to spread.“Who is he?”“Why did Director Jian come down personally?”“Why are the guards acting like that?”Jasmine stood stiffly beside Thom. She had not expected the situation to escalate this far. Her heart felt conflicted. She pitied the two guards, yet she
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Inside Director Jian’s office, the atmosphere returned to calm after their conversation ended. Thom stood up from the sofa. “I will leave now,” he said. Director Jian also stood. “Would you not like to have lunch with us, Mr. Thom?” “Another time,” Thom replied briefly. He turned to Jasmine. “Meet HR now. Complete your administration. Focus on your work.” Jasmine nodded slowly. There was a strange feeling in her chest. Somewhere between pride and being moved. “I will work well,” Jasmine said softly. Thom only gave a short nod, then walked out of the room. Director Jian escorted him to the executive elevator with a respectful attitude. The elevator descended slowly toward the ground floor. When the doors opened, the lobby atmosphere returned to normal as usual, though several employees were still glancing at him with curiosity. Thom stepped out toward the parking area. The sight that greeted him was slightly different from before. The two security guards who had looked down
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Thom’s old car was still moving even though its rear was destroyed and the hood was billowing thick smoke. Thom pressed the gas pedal deep, forcing the engine to work beyond its normal limits. In the rearview mirror, the black Bentley continued tailing him. “Well,” Thom muttered softly, his breathing steady despite the chaos, “how far is your determination to chase me?” He made a sharp turn to the left, leaving the asphalt road and entering a dirt path toward the suburban forest area. The Impala’s wheels slammed against gravel and potholes. The old suspension creaked loudly, every hole felt down to the bone. The road ahead was uneven, full of holes and protruding tree roots. But Thom kept driving. The smoke from his hood grew thicker, blown by the wind and forming a gray curtain behind him. For a few seconds, the Bentley was briefly covered by the smoke. But the luxury car still emerged from behind it. Not slowing down. Not hesitating. The Bentley leaped over a large hole, it
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Tiger kicked a large rock in front of him until it flew into the bushes. “FUCK!” he shouted, his voice echoing among the trees. His black Bentley was almost out of sight, speeding off from the dirt path toward a more open road within the forest area. He felt something he had never felt in any hunt—He was being toyed with. Him, Tiger. A former FBI agent. A predator, Deceived within seconds by Thom! The sound of engines roared from behind. Two vehicles burst through the same dirt road: a gray Toyota Land Cruiser with large off-road tires, and a black Dodge Charger with a harsh growling exhaust. Both stopped abruptly near Tiger, dust flying everywhere. The Land Cruiser’s window rolled down. A thin-haired man wearing dark glasses turned his head. His alias was Bird. “Where’s the target?” he asked quickly. Tiger did not answer. He immediately opened the Land Cruiser’s door and got into the front passenger seat. “Chase the black Bentley,” he hissed. “He took my car. Heading east!"
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The black Bentley drove back along the same dirt path, but this time in the opposite direction—returning to the starting point where Thom’s old car lay overturned in the middle of the forest road. Thom was not in a hurry. He drove steadily, as if he had just finished a casual trip, not a deadly duel among the trees. Thin dust drifted behind the car as he slowed down and finally stopped the Bentley a few meters from his overturned and wrecked vehicle. He turned off the engine. The forest fell silent again. The birds that had been startled began to chirp once more, softly, hesitantly. Thom sat for a few seconds without moving. His hand reached toward the dashboard. He opened it calmly, finding a pack of expensive cigarettes inside—Tiger’s. Thom took one out, slipped it between his lips, then stepped out of the car. His shoes touched the damp ground. He brushed off his shoulder and arm, cleaning the fine dust that clung to his clothes from getting out of the overturned car earlier
Chapter 116
The tension in the air finally snapped.With a fast and aggressive movement, Tiger slid his pistol back into his jacket. His order had been clear from the beginning—Thom had to be taken alive. No lethal bullets were allowed.Tiger stepped forward, and in a split second his body lunged like a predator pouncing on prey. His fist shot straight toward Thom’s jaw, a heavy punch that could usually knock a grown man down in a single blow.But Thom had already read his shoulder before the punch was released. He shifted half a step to the side.As a result, Tiger’s punch struck nothing but air.Before Tiger could twist his body for a second attack, Thom caught Tiger’s wrist and rotated it with precise technique. Tiger’s shoulder joint was forced back, and his large body lost its balance.“Now!” Bird shouted, signaling Coffee.Coffee and Bird simultaneously raised their pistols, aiming at Thom’s legs.Their objective was clear: cripple Thom, then bring him in alive.Thom saw the two gun barrels
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After making sure the three men were truly dead, Thom lowered both of his pistols. The forest fell silent again, leaving only the faint scent of gunpowder lingering in the air. He walked toward Coffee’s body, crouched down, then reached into the man’s pocket. His hand found the Dodge Charger car key they had used earlier. He stood up, slid both pistols into his waistband, neatly concealed beneath his jacket. Without rushing, he walked toward the black Charger, opened the door, and got into the driver’s seat. The engine started. A low roar sounded steady. Thom turned the wheel and left the forest without looking back.Twenty minutes later, Thom entered downtown. Tall buildings stood in neat rows with reflective glass windows mirroring the late afternoon light. The address given by Red Dragon was located in an elite business district—a place that would never be suspected as the center of illegal operations. The building looked like an ordinary official office. The company logo was e
Chapter 118
“T-Thom Haye?” Sayed repeated. Sayed froze. That name. The name displayed on one of the most expensive lists in his dark system. The name he had secretly auctioned to the best assassins in his network. A name marked with priority target status. And now that very person was standing right in front of him. Thom Haye. Sayed unconsciously took a step back. His breathing became irregular. His brain worked quickly, trying to piece together the possibilities—was this a trap? Had the bounty hunters failed? Or were they dead? Before he could say anything, Thom moved swiftly. His hand grabbed the collar of Sayed’s expensive suit and yanked him roughly until the man’s body slammed against the desk. “DELETE my name from your dark web immediately,” Thom hissed in front of his face. Sayed’s eyes widened. He could smell the cold scent of anger in Thom’s breath. “I-I can’t,” Sayed stammered. Thom’s grip tightened. “What do you mean you can’t?” Sayed swallowed. “Anas Rolland paid me a high
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Fear had completely overtaken Sayed. His fingers trembled as he stared at the two pistols Thom was holding—one pressed lightly against his temple, the other aimed squarely at his chest. His usual arrogance, the kind that ruled an underground empire of killers and dark web contracts, was gone. All that remained was panic. "Okay, sir. I… I will obey your demands," Sayed stammered, his voice cracking. He spun toward his computer and booted it up as fast as his shaking hands would allow, fingers flying across the keyboard in a frenzy. Thom’s gaze never left him, steady and unblinking, keeping him on the razor’s edge of fear. “Delete my name,” Thom said firmly, his tone calm but uncompromising. “Replace it with Anas Rolland. Tell the world of assassination that I will pay three billion USD to anyone who can behead him.” Sayed froze. His eyes widened, mouth opening slightly. “Three… billion?” he whispered, voice quivering. He tried to gather himself, but Thom’s cold stare reminded him t