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 in terror as his life was snuffed out

heavyset’s body shook violently at few

“Hmph!”

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 Sean as

glance at Tommy cowering on

hand, and–with Olivia in his arms–walked

The crowd was left

far

at Youphoria Nightclub spread like wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those

midnight, in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s

room fell into

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 hand, and their shady businesses were cleaning up their act at breakneck

took a hit without a peep, all thanks

7/4

those moves were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander

force of nature.

the son–in–law of Patrick, the

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

storm clouds “I visited Of Mare a

souvenir! Who knew

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

sat in silence, the weight of the room on his

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

enough to turn the

pale.

his mark, Drake was the big fish in Province

tentacles reaching across Tormora.

out of the game for good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s