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

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

“Hmph!”

thing straight tonight: Ol‘ Mare’s New Chesire Group isn’t something you can mess with! Anyone looking for trouble, just take

at Tommy cowering

hand, and–with Olivia in his arms–walked out of the nightclub with

crowd was left in

was far from over.

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

the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria Nightclub…

leaders. He gritted his teeth. “He’s an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name

room fell into a

been buzzing with too much action. The underground scene in 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

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

7/4

a neon sign of warning Alexander

of

of Patrick,

hitters, there

the color of storm clouds “I

this souvenir! Who knew the guy could

our league trying to take him

weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally,

words like they were made of lead. “Mister Hardy.”

name alone was enough to

pale.

his mark,

tentacles reaching across Tormora.

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