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

at few times before his legs kicked out and he collapsed to

“Hmph!”

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

Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander turned,

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

crowd was left

night was far from over.

wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare,

the opulent rooftop suite of

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

room fell into a tense silence.

underground scene 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

of Aaronson who took a hit without a peep, all thanks to

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moves were flashing a neon sign of

force of nature.

son–in–law of Patrick, the

the heavy hitters, there

his face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of

this souvenir! Who knew the guy could

out of our league trying to take him

of the

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

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

pale.

Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big fish

his tentacles reaching across Tormora.

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

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