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

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

“Hmph!”

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 Group isn’t something you can mess with!

glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander

in his arms–walked out of the nightclub with

was left

far from over.

Nightclub spread like wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare, who

the opulent rooftop

recently made a name

into a tense

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

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

7/4

were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander was an

force of

the son–in–law of

there

color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare a few days back,

souvenir! Who knew the guy could sidestep

our league trying to take him

in silence, the weight of the room

were made of lead. “Mister

Hardy? The name alone was enough to turn the heavy

pale.

mark, Drake was the big fish in

tentacles reaching across

he was out of the game for good, his empire pulled back from the