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.”

Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed

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

“Hmph!”

disdainful 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

Tommy cowering on

Olivia in his arms–walked out of the

crowd was

night was far from over.

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

midnight, in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria Nightclub…

recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all on his own, and now he’s made

fell into

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

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

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neon sign of warning

of nature.

is the son–in–law of Patrick, the nobody”

there was Harry, strapped into a wheelchair,

of storm clouds “I visited

this souvenir! Who knew the guy could sidestep bullets?

skills like that…we’re out of our

silence, the weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he

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

The name alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘

pale.

his mark,

tentacles reaching across Tormora.

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