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.”

Alexander’s fingers snapped shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed

as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few times before his legs kicked out and he

“Hmph!”

of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing straight tonight: Ol‘ Mare’s New Chesire Group isn’t something you can mess with! Anyone looking for trouble,

cowering on the

by the hand, and–with Olivia in his arms–walked

crowd was

night was far from

Nightclub spread like wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions,

in the opulent rooftop suite

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

room fell into a

action. The underground scene 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 of his hand, and their shady businesses were cleaning

who took a hit

7/4

were flashing a neon

of nature.

son–in–law of Patrick,

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

the color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare a few

Alexander gave me this souvenir! Who knew the

our league trying to take him on!”

the room

words like they were made of

alone was enough to turn the

pale.

made his mark, Drake was the big

reaching across Tormora.

good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard.