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.”

hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his

shook violently at few times before his legs kicked out and

“Hmph!”

snort, Alexander tossed Sean’s lifeless body 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

glance at Tommy cowering on the

in his arms–walked out of the

presence. The crowd was left in stunned silence.

was far from

shockwaves among the factions, particularly those

opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

the other faction leaders. He gritted his teeth. “He’s an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all

fell into a tense silence.

a former mobster who had hung up his spurs, then

Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took a hit

7/4

moves were flashing a neon sign of warning

force of

of

the heavy hitters, there was Harry,

the color of storm clouds “I

this souvenir! Who knew

of our league trying to take him

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

they were made of lead. “Mister Hardy.”

was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘

pale.

his mark,

tentacles reaching

Drake said he was out of the game for good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard.