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.”

Sean’s neck gave way. His

at few times before

“Hmph!”

esteemed bigwigs of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing straight tonight: Ol‘ Mare’s New Chesire Group isn’t something you can mess

a glance at Tommy cowering on the

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

presence. The crowd was left

far

sending shockwaves among the

midnight, in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

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 statement at my club… Does anyone have any idea how we

into

a new kingpin–George, a former mobster who had hung up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old guard of

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

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were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander was an

of

of Patrick,

the heavy hitters, there was Harry,

clouds “I visited Of Mare a few days back,

Alexander gave me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could sidestep bullets?

out of our league

the room on his shoulders.

like they were made of lead.

enough to turn the heavy hitters‘

pale.

mark, Drake was the big fish in Province

tentacles reaching across

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