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.”

crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out by the

shook violently at few times before his legs kicked out and he

“Hmph!”

the esteemed bigwigs 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 cautionary tale!”

a glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander

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

presence. The crowd was

night was far from over.

wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against

the opulent rooftop suite of

an ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself

into a

a new kingpin–George, a former mobster who had hung up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old guard of crime lords

took a hit without a peep, all thanks

7/4

moves were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander

force of nature.

son–in–law of Patrick, the nobody”

of the heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped

the color of storm clouds “I visited

gave me this souvenir! Who knew the

our league trying

of the

the words like they were made of lead.

was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces

pale.

his mark,

tentacles reaching across

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