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.”

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

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

“Hmph!”

bigwigs of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing straight

glance at Tommy cowering on the

the hand, and–with Olivia in his arms–walked out

The crowd was left in

night was far

underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with

in the opulent rooftop suite of

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 my club… Does anyone have any idea how we handle

fell into a

had hung up his spurs, then

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

7/4

a neon sign of warning Alexander was an

force of

the son–in–law of Patrick, the

of the heavy hitters, there was

of storm clouds “I

gave me this souvenir! Who knew

out of our league trying to take

weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he

like they were made of

The name alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces ghostly

pale.

his mark,

his tentacles reaching

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