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.”

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

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

“Hmph!”

thing straight tonight: Ol‘ Mare’s

glance at Tommy cowering

Olivia in his arms–walked out

was left

far

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

in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

the other faction leaders. He gritted his teeth. “He’s an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by

room fell into a tense silence.

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

there was Mark Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took a hit without a peep,

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neon sign of warning Alexander

of

the son–in–law of

gathering of the heavy hitters, there

color of storm clouds “I visited Of

Who knew the guy could

out of our league trying to

of the room on his shoulders. Finally,

the words like they were

to turn the

pale.

back, before Tommy made his mark,

his tentacles reaching

of the game for good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless,