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.”

through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his

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

“Hmph!”

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

a glance at Tommy cowering

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

was left in stunned

far from over.

among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare, who were

midnight, in the opulent rooftop suite of

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 own, and now he’s made a statement at

into

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

big shot of Aaronson who took

7/4

flashing a neon sign of

of

the son–in–law of Patrick, the

the heavy hitters, there was Harry,

storm clouds “I visited Of Mare a few

gave me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could

of our league trying

of the

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

to turn the

pale.

made his mark, Drake was

tentacles reaching across Tormora.

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