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 he wronged.

body shook violently at

“Hmph!”

esteemed bigwigs of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing straight tonight: Ol‘ Mare’s New

cowering on the floor, Alexander turned,

by the hand, and–with Olivia in his

presence. The crowd was left in stunned

night was far

underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those

rooftop suite

as he addressed the other faction leaders. He gritted his teeth. “He’s an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for

room fell into a

underground scene in Ol‘ Mare had a new kingpin–George, a former mobster who had hung up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The

Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took

7/4

moves were flashing a neon sign of warning

force of

the son–in–law of Patrick, the

the heavy hitters, there

of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare a few

me this souvenir! Who knew the guy

of our league trying to

weight of the room on his shoulders.

like they were made of

was enough to turn the heavy

pale.

Tommy made his mark,

tentacles reaching

Drake said he 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