Chapter 0144

The bullet tore through the air with lethal speed.

However, Alexander was quicker..

As Sean’s finger squeezed the trigger, Alexander swiftly jerked his head to the side

and stepped forward, his form blurring like a mirage..

The nightclub erupted in gasps as Alexander seemed to vanish and reappear in

front of Sean. Alexander’s hand grabbed Sean by the throat, hoisting him into the air

as if he weighed nothing.

Simultaneously, a decorative flower basket in the hall’s corner exploded into a shower of petals, the bullet’s intended target then a cloud of fluttering color.

“No, this can’t be!”

Sean’s bulky frame flailed in Alexander’s iron grip, his legs thrashing and his screams tearing through the chaos.

Had Alexander just dodged a bullet? His movement was a blur, his reflexes outpacing the speeding lead, his actions as swift as lightning.

It was a scene straight out of a blockbuster film, unfolding in stark reality. How was

that even possible?

“Sean.”

Alexander ignored the stunned onlookers and glared at Sean. His voice was a sharp blade. “I spared you back at Wakefield, but you learned nothing. You dared to kidnap my family, to sell them like chattel.

“There are sins even the heavens forgive, but the sins of a man like you… They’re unforgivable. You’ve sealed your fate.”

shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes

body shook violently at few times before

“Hmph!”

disdainful snort, Alexander tossed Sean’s lifeless body aside and scanned the hall authoritatively. “So, you’re the esteemed bigwigs of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing straight tonight: Ol‘ Mare’s New Chesire Group isn’t something you can

Tommy cowering on the

by the hand, and–with Olivia in his arms–walked out of the nightclub with a

crowd was left

was far from

among the factions,

opulent rooftop suite of

Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all on his

room fell into

in Ol‘ Mare had a new kingpin–George, a former mobster who had hung up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old guard of crime lords were eating out

there was Mark Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took a hit without a peep, all thanks

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a neon sign of warning

force of

of Patrick, the nobody”

there was

face the color of storm clouds “I visited

this souvenir! Who

that…we’re out of our league trying to take him on!”

silence, the weight of the room on his

they were made of lead.

Hardy? The name alone was enough to

pale.

his mark, Drake was

tentacles reaching

of the game for good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still had his finger on the

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