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

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

“Hmph!”

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

at Tommy cowering on the

in his arms–walked out

presence. The crowd was left

was far from

wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare, who

in the opulent rooftop

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 own, and now he’s made a

room fell into a

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

Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took a hit without a

7/4

flashing a neon sign of warning

of nature.

son–in–law of

the heavy hitters, there was Harry,

storm clouds “I

me this souvenir! Who knew

like that…we’re out of our league

in silence, the weight of the room

were made of

to

pale.

years back, before Tommy made his mark,

his tentacles reaching across Tormora.

game for good, his empire pulled back