Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 558

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 558

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

Everyone present knew that name.

Bai Xi—the city judge, the magistrate—was infamous. Corrupt to the bone. He was the younger brother of the late City Lord Bai Xu, and the uncle of Bai Xiaochun.

The moment the command rang out, Zhuge Liang and the other citizens reacted without hesitation.

They snatched up the gold ingots and scattered in every direction, vanishing into alleys and side streets.

The soldiers charged after them, shouting and grabbing at anything they could reach—but the crowd moved too fast. In the end, only a handful of unlucky people were caught.

When the chaos finally settled, the twenty soldiers had recovered just 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?”

His eyes were filled with naked contempt—pure disdain, as though Alex were nothing more than street trash.

Alex remained silent.

He still didn’t fully understand what was happening. Instead of responding, 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.

Memories—Bai Xiaochun’s memories—everything the nanobots had extracted from the dead man’s brain.

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

Alex frowned as the memories continued to pour in.

Even if Bai Xiaochun had been a complete disaster of a human being, by law and blood he was still the legitimate heir.

In Xia, power was inherited.

The moment Bai Xu died, Bai Xiaochun became City Lord in name and law.

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

If Alex still possessed his former strength, he would have crushed the man’s skull with a single blow and sent him crawling into hell. But now—right now—his body was no stronger than that of a ten-year-old child in Xia.

Alex stepped back.

“Hold it,” 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 endangering 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 misspeak.”

“Yes, sir,” the head soldier said, bowing even lower. “But all the citizens already wish for you to become 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 moment, the flood of memories finally completed its transfer.

Everything snapped into place.

After Bai Xu’s death, Bai Xiaochun had been the rightful City Lord—by law, by blood.

But his uncle had coveted the position for years.

Bai Xi manipulated merchants, elders, clans, and disciples, buying loyalty with money and favors, bending the law whenever it suited him. He carefully cultivated the narrative that Bai Xiaochun was unfit to rule.

Then, after the City Lord’s death, the performance began.

Merchants, elders, and influential figures publicly begged Bai Xi to assume temporary control of the city, claiming it was for the people’s protection.

That was how Bai Xi became the so-called “acting” City Lord.

And it hadn’t stopped there.

He had attempted to kill Bai Xiaochun more than once.

Then the final memory surfaced.

Cold sweat soaked Alex’s back.

Bai Xiaochun hadn’t died because of the VÖXEN incident.

He had already been poisoned.

Slowly. Deliberately.

The wine Bai Xi gave him was never meant to kill quickly. Taken over months, it rotted 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.

They weren’t here to protect him.

They were here to finish the job.

All Bai Xi needed was for Bai Xiaochun to die quietly—before he could reclaim his rightful position.

Alex understood instantly.

“Uncle Bai!” Alex rushed forward and grabbed Bai Xi’s sleeve, his hands trembling. “Thank the heavens you finally came. I was terrified they were about to kill me!”

“My good nephew,” Bai Xi said gently. “Tell me what happened.”

“Those ungrateful bastards,” Alex sobbed, his voice breaking. “They smashed my wooden gate, accused me of raping a woman, and said they wanted my head!”

As he cried, he silently ordered the nanobots to assist. His breathing grew ragged. His eyes reddened.

Tears streamed down his face so convincingly that no one doubted him.

“But I saw you handing out gold ingots,” Bai Xi said calmly, his gaze sharp. He was certain he had already stripped his nephew of every last coin. “Where did the money come from?”

“Uncle,” Alex said desperately, “yesterday I found my late father’s hidden stash. Two hundred gold ingots. I thought I could use it to survive.”

His voice cracked.

“But when those people came to kill me, I had no choice. I had to bribe them to save my life.”

He wiped his face, looking utterly broken.

“Thanks to you, my life is saved… but all my money is gone.”

Bai Xi studied him. “Are you certain your father left no other funds behind?”

“Yes, Uncle,” Alex replied immediately. “You can search my entire house. You won’t find a single coin.”

Bai Xi glanced sideways.

A silent signal.

The head soldier stepped forward at once and cupped his fists. “City Lord, the late City Lord’s funds were meant for the people, not for personal use. What this bastard did is completely unacceptable.”

He turned to Alex, cruelty flashing in his eyes.

“The money belongs to the citizens. I demand we search his house thoroughly—and imprison him for misusing public funds.”

The trap closed.

Alex felt a violent urge to kill the man.

But he couldn’t.

He was weak—and Bai Xi could twist any excuse into a charge that would send him to prison or worse.

“He makes a reasonable point,” Bai Xi said calmly. “As acting City Lord, I must proceed according to the law—for the people.”

He turned to Alex, false regret on his face. “Nephew, I’m sorry. I must bring you to court for proper judgment.”

“Wait, Uncle,” Alex said quickly. “If that money belongs to the City Lord for the people’s prosperity—didn’t you just see me give it to the people?”

Silence fell.

“And since I gave it to them,” Alex continued steadily, “you have no right to put them in chains. The law protects them. You should release them.”

The captured citizens spoke up immediately.

“Yes! Young Master Bai gave it to us!”

“That’s right! We did nothing wrong!”

Bai Xi didn’t respond.

The head soldier glanced at him, awaiting orders.

Bai Xi gave a subtle signal.

The next instant, the head soldier slapped Alex hard across the face.

“Who do you think you are,” he snarled, “making your own interpretations of the law?”

“You’re not the magistrate. I accuse you of stealing City Lord funds and distributing them without authorization.”

“Yes,” Bai Xi added lightly. “You were not permitted to use that money.”

Alex straightened, his eyes cold. “By law, I am the City Lord. You, Uncle, are only acting in my place. City Lord funds are my funds.”

“Yes!” one citizen shouted. “Bai Xiaochun is our only City Lord!”

“He’s right!”

Voices rose from the crowd.

“Bai Xiaochun is the City Lord!”

“Bai Xi, you pig who stole the throne—return the City Lord’s seat!”

Bai Xi’s face darkened, flushing red with rage. He gave a sharp signal.

The head soldier kicked Alex with full force.

Alex flew backward more than ten meters and slammed into the ground. A sharp crack echoed as ribs shattered.

Pain tore through his chest. Blood surged up his throat and spilled from his mouth.

The head soldier drew his sword, eyes blazing.

“You should just die here.”