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.”

fingers snapped shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave

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

“Hmph!”

“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 mess with! Anyone looking

glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander turned, took

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

presence. The crowd was left in

was far from

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

the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

recently made a name for himself by taking down.

room fell into a tense silence.

underground scene in Ol‘ Mare had a new kingpin–George, a former mobster who had hung up his spurs,

Mark Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took a hit

7/4

flashing a neon

of nature.

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

there was

the color of storm clouds “I visited Of

gave me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could

of our league trying to take him

the room

they were

name alone was enough to turn

pale.

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

tentacles reaching across Tormora.

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