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.”

shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way.

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

“Hmph!”

you’re the esteemed bigwigs of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing straight tonight: Ol‘ Mare’s New Chesire Group

a glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander

by the hand, and–with Olivia in his arms–walked out of

crowd was left in

night was far from

among the factions, particularly those with ambitions

the opulent rooftop suite of

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

room fell into a

in Ol‘ Mare 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

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

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a neon sign of warning Alexander was an

of nature.

of Patrick, the

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

his face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of

gave me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could

of our league trying to take

in silence, the weight of the room on

they were made of lead. “Mister Hardy.”

Hardy? The name alone was enough to turn the heavy

pale.

back, before Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big

his tentacles reaching

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