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Chapter 391: Dominic’s Plan
Several meters away from the incomplete city, Dominic remained standing on the roof of his mansion, his gaze fixed on the eastern horizon where thick smoke continued to rise into the sky.
The wind tugged at his coat, but he did not move.
He had been asleep and was only woken a few minutes earlier by the loud noise of gunfire. He had immediately ordered his most trusted subordinate to find out what was happening.
So far, he had been waiting for the man to return. Right at that moment, footsteps were heard. Without looking back, he already knew who it was.
"Sir, I made some quick findings," his personal henchman spoke respectfully. "The supposed enemies we were planning to attack appeared to have assaulted the base while everyone was asleep. Fortunately, Lord Henry heard about it first and engaged them. He mobilized his men and launched an assault immediately. According to eyewitness reports, the enemy leader somehow came out unscathed from a direct tank blast."
The henchman spoke with a straight face, his tone professional and controlled.
Within the Eastern Camp, just as the Lin sisters had Jessica as their most trusted subordinate, every major powerhouse also kept a loyal shadow by their side. These were not ordinary followers, but individuals who had risen alongside their masters and understood when to speak and when to remain silent.
For a brief moment, when the henchman mentioned Gabriel surviving the war tank attack, a flicker of shock passed through Dominic’s eyes.
It was fleeting. So fleeting that it went completely unnoticed.
The henchman straightened his posture slightly, pride swelling in his chest.
’As expected of Master,’ he thought. ’Even he could probably survive something like that. That must be why he did not react at all.’
Dominic remained silent, his eyes still fixed on the distant smoke. Inside, however, his thoughts were far from calm.
’A direct tank blast... unscathed?’ He slowly exhaled.
That was not something one could simply shrug off. The enemy leader either possessed an insane defensive ability or a powerful skill capable of enduring an attack of that caliber.
"So Henry made the first move," Dominic finally said, his voice low and steady.
"Yes, sir," the henchman replied immediately. "He seemed enraged. From the reports, the attack was reckless. Trucks, militia, and war tanks were all deployed at once."
Dominic’s lips curved slightly as he shook his head. "That sounds like typical Henry, always thinking with his butt hole. I am sure if not for his brother and myself, this camp would have fallen ages ago."
He turned just enough to glance down at the massive camp below his mansion. Trucks moved about in disarray, followed by foot soldiers, all rushing toward the east.
"Tell me," Dominic said calmly, "what is the current state of our forces?"
The henchman hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. "Heavy losses among the trucks. Several vehicles were destroyed in what witnesses described as a chain collision. The war tanks stopped advancing afterward. There is no confirmation yet, but morale seems shaken."
Dominic let out a soft chuckle. "Shaken? After watching their pride get torn apart?"
The henchman lowered his head slightly. "Yes, sir."
Dominic turned away from the edge of the roof and began walking slowly, his footsteps measured.
"Henry made a mistake," he said. "He let his emotions lead him."
He stopped and looked back toward the smoke once more. "And Gabriel wanted that."
The henchman frowned slightly, his eyes flashing with confusion. "You think it was bait?"
"I do not think," Dominic replied. "I know."
He clasped his hands behind his back. "Standing still in front of vehicles. Surviving tank fire. Causing mass destruction alone without the help of his men. That is not someone trying to escape. He wanted to send a message and weaken the morale of our forces. That way, when he regroups and launches a full attack, our men would hesitate."
A brief silence followed. No words were shared, only the constant roar of engines and the rhythmic march of footsteps from below.
"Sir," the henchman asked carefully, "are you going to head to the battlefield yourself? If Henry falls, the morale of the camp would be shaken even further."
Dominic did not answer immediately.
Instead, he looked thoughtful.
"Henry will not fail completely," he said at last. "He will retreat, like the coward he is, lick his wounds, and rage. That is his nature. And even if he fails, who told you I want him alive?"
The henchman’s eyes flashed. The rivalry between the two sides was well known. Each wanted the other removed. In Henry’s case, it was because, despite being a lord, most powerhouses respected Dominic more due to his strength. In Dominic’s case, it was because Henry had backing, namely his brother in the Eastern Camp, whose forces greatly bolstered the camp’s power.
"Sir, could it be that you are hoping the enemies get rid of Lord Henry?" the henchman asked, a smirk appearing on his face.
Dominic did not reply immediately.
The smirk slowly faded as the silence stretched on. The wind howled across the rooftop, carrying with it the distant echoes of gunfire and explosions from the eastern side of the camp.
After a long moment, Dominic finally spoke.
"Hoping?" he repeated softly.
He let out a low chuckle and shook his head. "No. Hoping is for weak men who leave their fate to chance."
He turned fully, his sharp gaze finally settling on his subordinate. There was no anger in his eyes, only cold calculation.
"If Henry dies, it will not be because I wished for it," he continued. "It will be because he was unfit to sit where he sits."
After a brief pause, he glanced at his henchman and spoke seriously. "For now, let them exhaust each other. Let Henry bleed. Let the enemy reveal more of his hand. A man who can stand before tanks without flinching is either a fool or a monster. And so far, this Gabriel has already proven he is not a fool."
Meanwhile, back at the eastern gate...