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.”

final words, Alexander’s fingers snapped shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as

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

“Hmph!”

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

sparing a glance at Tommy cowering on the floor,

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

was left in

was far from over.

Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the

the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

into 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 own, and now he’s

into

former mobster who had hung up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old guard of crime lords were eating

took a hit without

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a neon sign of warning

force of nature.

son–in–law of Patrick, the nobody”

a gathering of the heavy hitters, there

face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare a few

Alexander gave me this souvenir! Who knew the

of our league trying to take

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

they were made of lead. “Mister Hardy.”

enough to

pale.

mark, Drake was the big fish in

reaching across Tormora.

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