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.”

fingers snapped shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged

corner of his mouth as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few

“Hmph!”

of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing

at Tommy cowering on the

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

presence. The crowd was left in stunned

night was far from over.

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

midnight, in the opulent rooftop

an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier 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

fell into a

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 cleaning up their act

was Mark Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took a hit without a peep, all thanks to

7/4

those moves were flashing a neon sign of

force of

of Patrick, the nobody”

heavy hitters, there was

his face the color of storm clouds “I

gave me this souvenir! Who knew the

out of our league trying to take

in silence, the weight of the room on his

were made of lead. “Mister Hardy.”

to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces

pale.

back, before Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big fish in

reaching across Tormora.

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