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.”

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

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

“Hmph!”

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! Anyone looking for trouble, just take

cowering on

his arms–walked

was left in stunned silence.

far

Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare, who were then squirming with

midnight, in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria Nightclub…

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

room fell into a tense silence.

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

took a hit without a

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those moves were flashing a neon sign of

of nature.

is the son–in–law of Patrick,

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

clouds “I visited Of Mare a few

me this souvenir! Who knew the guy

that…we’re out of our league trying to take him on!”

the weight of the room

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

was enough to

pale.

made his mark, Drake was the big

reaching across

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