His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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.”

the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed

his mouth as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few times before

“Hmph!”

a 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

sparing a glance at Tommy cowering on

and–with Olivia in his arms–walked out of the

crowd was

far

underworld, sending shockwaves among the

rooftop suite of Youphoria

look into this Alexander boy,” Tommy said, his face dark with worry as he addressed the other faction leaders. He gritted his teeth. “He’s an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all on his

fell into a tense

up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old guard of crime lords were eating out of his

Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took a hit without a peep, all thanks to Alexander’s

7/4

were flashing a neon

of

the son–in–law of Patrick, the nobody”

the heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped into a wheelchair,

of storm clouds “I

me this souvenir! Who

of our league trying

the weight of the room on

were made

alone was enough to turn

pale.

years back, before Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big

reaching

his empire pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still