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.”

neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as

heavyset’s body shook violently at few times

“Hmph!”

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, just take Sean as your

sparing a glance at Tommy cowering on the

Olivia in his arms–walked out of

The crowd was

was far from

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

midnight, in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria Nightclub…

dark with worry 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 himself by taking down. Mark’s crew

fell into a tense silence.

the streets have 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,

who took a hit without a peep, all thanks to Alexander’s

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those moves were flashing a neon sign of

of

son–in–law of

the heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped into a wheelchair,

his face the color of storm clouds “I visited

gave me this souvenir! Who knew

skills like that…we’re out of our league

silence, the weight of the room on his

like they were made of lead.

name alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces ghostly

pale.

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

his tentacles reaching

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