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.”

gave

his mouth as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few times before

“Hmph!”

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

a glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander

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

presence. The crowd was left

night was far from over.

shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions

the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

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 himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all on his

fell into a tense silence.

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

who took a hit without a peep,

7/4

moves were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander was an

of

son–in–law of

there

clouds “I

me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could

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

weight of the room on his

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

was enough to turn the heavy

pale.

made his mark, Drake was

tentacles reaching across Tormora.

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