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.”

neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out by

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

“Hmph!”

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 take Sean as your

at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander turned,

in his arms–walked out of the

crowd was left in

far from over.

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

opulent rooftop suite

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 own,

room fell into a

his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old guard of

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

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a neon

of

of

heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped into a wheelchair,

face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare

Who knew the guy could

like that…we’re out of our

weight of the room on his

they were made of lead. “Mister

The name alone was enough to

pale.

his mark, Drake was the

tentacles reaching across Tormora.

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