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.”

neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out by the man

body shook violently at few times before his legs kicked out and he collapsed to the

“Hmph!”

the hall 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 you can mess with! Anyone looking for trouble, just take Sean as

glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander turned,

and–with Olivia in his

presence. The crowd was left

far from over.

spread like wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those

in the opulent rooftop suite of

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

room fell into a

up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old guard

shot of Aaronson who took a hit without a peep,

7/4

were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander was an

force of

of Patrick, the nobody”

there was Harry, strapped

of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare a

souvenir! Who knew the guy could sidestep

like that…we’re out of our league trying

sat in silence, the weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally,

like they were made of

Hardy? The name alone was enough to turn the

pale.

Tommy made his mark, Drake

reaching

the game for good, his empire pulled back from the