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.”

sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out by the man

the corner of his mouth as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few times before his legs kicked out and he collapsed to

“Hmph!”

one thing straight tonight: Ol‘

cowering on the floor, Alexander turned, took

his

was left in stunned

was far from over.

sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare, who were

opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all on his own, and

fell into a tense silence.

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,

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

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those moves were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander

of

is the son–in–law of

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

clouds “I visited Of Mare

this souvenir! Who knew the

our

the room on his

like they were made

was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces

pale.

Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big fish

his tentacles reaching

good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still had his finger on the pulse of