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.”

gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out

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

“Hmph!”

and scanned 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,

a glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander

and–with Olivia in his arms–walked

was

far from

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

rooftop suite of Youphoria

ex–Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s

room fell into

with too much action. The underground scene in Ol‘ Mare had a new kingpin–George, a former mobster 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 act at breakneck

shot of Aaronson who took a hit without a peep, all thanks

7/4

were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander was

force of

is the son–in–law of Patrick, the nobody”

the heavy hitters, there was

up, his face the color of storm clouds “I visited

Who knew the

skills like that…we’re out of our

the weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he pressed

were made of lead. “Mister Hardy.”

was enough to turn the heavy

pale.

years back, before Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big fish in

his tentacles reaching

the game for good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still had his finger on the pulse