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.”

final words, Alexander’s fingers snapped shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as

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

“Hmph!”

get one thing straight tonight: Ol‘ Mare’s New Chesire Group isn’t something you can mess with! Anyone looking for trouble,

cowering on the floor, Alexander turned,

his arms–walked out of the nightclub

crowd was left in stunned

far

the factions, particularly those with

in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all on his own, and now he’s made a statement at my club… Does anyone have any idea how we handle Alexander?”

room fell into a tense

hung up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old

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

7/4

those moves were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander

force of nature.

is the son–in–law of Patrick, the

hitters, there was Harry, strapped into a wheelchair,

storm clouds

gave me this souvenir! Who knew

our league trying to

sat in silence, the weight of the room on

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

The name alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces

pale.

back, before Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big fish in Province

tentacles reaching across

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