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.”

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

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

“Hmph!”

and scanned the hall authoritatively. “So, you’re the esteemed bigwigs of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing straight tonight: Ol‘

a glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander turned,

Olivia in his arms–walked out of the

presence. The crowd was left

night was far from

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

in the opulent rooftop

He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all

into

in Ol‘ Mare had a new kingpin–George, a former mobster who had hung up his spurs, then ruled

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

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those moves were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander was an

of

is the son–in–law of

gathering of the heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped into a wheelchair,

clouds “I

Alexander gave me this souvenir! Who

our league trying

of the

like they were made of lead.

to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces

pale.

made his mark, Drake was the big fish in Province

tentacles reaching across Tormora.

pulled back from the