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.”

the hall as Sean’s neck gave

as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few times before his legs

“Hmph!”

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 for trouble, just take Sean as your cautionary tale!”

glance at Tommy cowering on the floor,

his arms–walked out of the nightclub

crowd was left in stunned silence.

night was far from

Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against

the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria Nightclub…

his face dark with worry as he addressed the other faction leaders. He gritted his teeth. “He’s an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made

fell into a tense

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

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

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neon sign of warning Alexander was an

of nature.

son–in–law of Patrick, the nobody”

a gathering of the heavy hitters, there was Harry,

of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare

souvenir! Who knew the guy

our league trying

sat in silence, the weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he

they were made of lead.

Hardy? The name alone was enough to

pale.

before Tommy made his mark, Drake was

reaching

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