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.”

echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His

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

“Hmph!”

the hall authoritatively. “So, you’re the esteemed bigwigs of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing straight tonight:

sparing a glance at Tommy cowering

and–with Olivia in his arms–walked out of

The crowd was left in stunned

far

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

rooftop suite of Youphoria Nightclub…

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

into a tense

spurs, then

who took a hit without

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flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander was

force of

son–in–law of

heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped into

face the color of storm clouds “I visited

gave me this souvenir! Who knew the

our league trying to

weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally,

they were made of lead. “Mister Hardy.”

alone was enough to turn the

pale.

mark, Drake was the

reaching

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

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