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.”

echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out by the man

oozed from the corner of his mouth as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few times before

“Hmph!”

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! Anyone looking for trouble, just take

cowering on

and–with Olivia in his arms–walked

presence. The crowd was left in stunned silence.

far from over.

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

midnight, in the opulent rooftop

people look into this Alexander boy,” Tommy said, his face 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

room fell into

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, then ruled the roost. The old guard

big shot of Aaronson who took a hit without a peep, all

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neon sign of

of

is the son–in–law of Patrick,

gathering of the heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped into

his face the color of storm clouds

Alexander gave me this souvenir! Who knew the

like that…we’re out of our league trying to take

of the room on

like they were made of

Hardy? The name alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘

pale.

Tommy made his mark, Drake was the

tentacles reaching across

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