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.”

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

at few times before

“Hmph!”

one thing straight

at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander turned,

in his arms–walked out of the nightclub

presence. The crowd was left

far

among the factions,

midnight, in the opulent rooftop

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

room fell into a

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 businesses were cleaning up their

who took a hit without a peep, all

7/4

flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander was an

of

of Patrick, the nobody”

there was Harry, strapped into

of storm clouds

souvenir! Who knew the guy

of our league

of the room on his shoulders.

words like they were made of lead. “Mister Hardy.”

The name alone was enough to turn

pale.

Tommy made his mark,

his tentacles reaching across

his empire pulled back

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