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

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

“Hmph!”

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

sparing a glance at Tommy cowering on the

Olivia in his arms–walked out of

crowd was left in stunned silence.

far from

through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly

midnight, in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria Nightclub…

“He’s an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by

fell into a tense silence.

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 crime lords were eating out of his hand, and their shady

big shot of Aaronson who took

7/4

neon sign of

force of

is the son–in–law of Patrick,

hitters, there

color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare a few days

Who

like that…we’re out of our league trying

sat in silence, the weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he pressed

words like they were made

Hardy? The name alone was enough to turn

pale.

his mark, Drake was the big fish

tentacles reaching across

pulled back from the