Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 538

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 538

The gunshot cracked through the hall.

Everyone saw it.

The red-haired man’s head snapped back as blood sprayed into the air. His body hit the floor before anyone could even scream.

What stunned the crowd even more—Kaltmann was shot too.

Leon Zhao’s bullet punched straight through Kaltmann’s torso. A dark, ragged hole bloomed in his chest. Kaltmann staggered, eyes wide, staring at Anton in sheer disbelief.

“Y-you… how dare—”

Bang.

Leon Zhao fired again, this time straight through Kaltmann’s head.

The old man collapsed, lifeless.

Leonora shot to her feet, her chair scraping harshly across the floor. She stared at Leon Zhao, fury blazing in her eyes.

“How dare you open fire in this hall?”

Leon Zhao smiled calmly, as if he had merely corrected an inconvenience.

“I never let people who try to scam me walk away alive,” he said lightly. “And that bastard even dared to accuse my Master. What kind of poisonous snake does that? I had no choice but to kill him.”

“Wonderful,” Alex said.

He clapped slowly, mockingly. The sound echoed through the stunned silence.

“What a beautiful performance,” he added coldly. “Now no one can tell who the real mastermind was.”

He stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the metal box from the floor.

Click.

The latch opened.

Inside lay the book.

Alex flipped directly to the third page.

“This third page,” he said flatly, “and the fourth page were glued together to look like a single sheet.”

He carefully separated them.

Gasps rippled through the hall.

“These are two pages,” Alex continued. “Not one.”

He turned the book outward so everyone could see.

Most of the collectors present specialized in Xia artifacts. They recognized the writing instantly.

The words were unmistakable.

“This cultivation method is restricted to those of royal blood. Anyone without royal lineage who attempts to practice it will die a slow, miserable death.”

The hall erupted into whispers and shocked cries.

Alex closed the book.

“I think everyone understands now,” he said evenly. “This book is worthless to every person in this room. Worse—it’s lethal.”

His gaze shifted slowly to Anton Dunkel.

“And yet,” Alex continued, his voice sharpening, “someone still tried to sell this dangerous trash to Miss Silberkreuz.”

Leonora’s face flushed deep red with fury.

“Anton Dunkel,” she snapped, pointing straight at him. “Did you collude with Kaltmann this entire time? Were you the one manipulating him—scamming me again and again, forcing me to buy worthless garbage, bleeding me dry?”

Anton laughed loudly, completely unfazed.

“Miss Silberkreuz, this country has laws,” he said smugly. “Even if you’re the granddaughter of Duke Silberkreuz, you can’t accuse me without proof.”

“What proof do you want?” Leonora shouted. “Two people were just killed!”

Anton shrugged and rose to his feet.

“The dead can’t talk,” he said casually. “And the dead prove nothing. You can’t point a finger at me.”

He straightened his coat.

“The auction is over,” he added calmly. “I believe it’s time for me to return home.”

He turned and walked away, leaving behind blood, corpses, and a hall boiling with rage.

Anton Dunkel strode toward the exit, Leon Zhao and several bodyguards flanking him.

“Stop right there!” Leonora shouted. “You can’t walk away from this!”

Anton laughed without turning back.

“You can’t stop me without a legal warrant,” he said coldly. “And if you try, you’ll spark a war between my Duke and your grandfather. Know your place, little girl.”

He kept walking.

Outside the hall, Anton leaned close to Leon Zhao and spoke quietly. “Have you wiped every connection to Kaltmann clean?”

Leon Zhao nodded. “Nothing can be traced back to us.”

“Good,” Anton said. “We leave now—before the police begin searching.”

He headed straight for his aircraft.

Inside the hall, Leonora stood motionless, staring at the two bodies on the floor. Her eyes were cold, unreadable. Then she turned to Alex.

“Please excuse me, Mr. Saint-Claire,” she said, regaining her composure. “Thank you for accompanying me today. Let’s leave. My family will handle this.”

Alex nodded once. “Alright.”

As they walked out, Leonora let out a slow breath and shook her head.

“I truly must thank you,” she said bitterly. “Hiring that scammer was our mistake. To think Kaltmann had been bleeding me dry for so long… it’s humiliating.”

Alex glanced at her. “As long as there’s light, there will always be darkness. You don’t need to blame yourself, Miss Silberkreuz.”

At that moment, Maximilian Nachtburg rushed out of the hall. The instant he saw Alex, he grabbed his hands and shook them firmly.

“Mr. Saint-Claire!” he exclaimed. “Thanks to you, I avoided disaster. If Miss Silberkreuz had been cheated, people would’ve thought—the host was involved. You saved me from the Duke’s wrath.”

Alex smiled faintly. “Miss Silberkreuz invited me to appraise the book. I was just doing my job.”

“Oh—right,” Alex added, lifting the book. “This.”

Maximilian stiffened. Sweat broke out on his forehead.

“I’m only the host,” he said quickly. “The owner is dead. I don’t dare keep that thing. It’s nothing but trouble. Please, Miss Silberkreuz—you should take it.”

Leonora let out a sharp, humorless laugh.

“Me? Keeping a book that could kill me?” she said coldly. “I wouldn’t touch it even if you paid me.”

Alex sighed softly.

“I’ll keep it,” he said evenly. “If either of you ever wants it, you know where to find me.”

Maximilian nodded immediately. “That’s the best solution.”

After a few polite words, Alex and Leonora got into the car. The engine started, and soon they were gone.

Meanwhile, Anton Dunkel and Leon Zhao were already airborne, leaving Winchester airspace.

That was when it happened.

Three drones slammed into the aircraft without warning.

The impact rocked the hull. Alarms screamed. The drones detonated, ripping through the exterior plating.

“What the hell is happening?!” Anton shouted.

“We’re under attack!” the pilot yelled. “Sir, the engines are failing—we’re losing control! Emergency landing in the forest below! I’m sending a distress signal now!”

The aircraft shuddered violently before crashing into the trees. Trunks snapped like matchsticks as the wreck tore through the forest.

Two other aircraft descended moments later, landing on either side of the crash site.

When Anton, Leon Zhao, and their five bodyguards staggered out, weapons drawn—

They froze.

Around twenty people dressed in black were already waiting. Every gun was aimed directly at their heads.

“Who the hell are you?!” Anton roared. “I am Marquis Anton Dunkel! How dare you provoke me?!”

One man stepped forward, calm and controlled.

“We’re not here to provoke you,” he said coldly. “But if I remember correctly, you paid assassins to kill our boss.”

Anton frowned. “Your boss? I don’t remember hiring anyone to kill your boss.”

His eyes swept over them—advanced weapons, advanced aircraft. These weren’t people you crossed lightly.

“Didn’t you pay five men today to kill Miss Silberkreuz’s appraiser?” the man continued. “That man is our boss. And you chose the wrong people to mess with.”

Alex.

Anton’s blood ran cold.

“But… he’s a nobody,” Anton muttered.

Gunfire erupted.

His bodyguards dropped one after another, cut down before they could react. In seconds, only Anton and Leon Zhao were left standing.

The man raised his gun again.

“We’re kidnapping you for ransom,” he said flatly.

Anton trembled now, rage and fear bleeding together. “You want ransom? Name it!”

The answer came instantly.

“Your territory. All of it.”

“That’s robbery!” Anton screamed.

The man nodded. “No. Robbery is what you did with Kaltmann.”

“You can’t just take land!”

“We’re not taking it.”

He cocked the gun.

“We’re charging you… for staying alive.”

Anton’s shoulders slumped. “And if I refuse?”

The man glanced at the forest.

“Then this becomes your grave. Unmarked. Unremembered.”

When the blade reaches the throat,
titles turn to dust.