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.”

Alexander’s fingers snapped shut. A sickening crack 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

“Hmph!”

aside and scanned the hall authoritatively. “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 for trouble,

cowering on the floor, Alexander

Olivia in his arms–walked out of the

The crowd was left in

far

through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly

opulent rooftop suite

ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by

fell into

Ol‘ Mare 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, and their shady businesses were cleaning up their act at breakneck speed.

Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took a

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neon sign of warning Alexander was

force of

is the son–in–law of

gathering of the heavy hitters, there was

storm clouds

gave me this souvenir! Who knew the guy

our

of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he

they were made

enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces ghostly

pale.

made his mark, Drake

reaching across Tormora.

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