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.”

A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way.

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

“Hmph!”

tossed Sean’s lifeless body aside 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

a glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander

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

crowd was left

far

shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare,

in the opulent rooftop suite

recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all on his own, and now he’s made a

into a tense

up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old guard of crime lords were eating out of

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

7/4

neon sign of warning Alexander was

of nature.

is the son–in–law of Patrick,

there was Harry, strapped into

the color of storm clouds “I visited Of

me this souvenir! Who

skills like that…we’re out of our

in silence, the weight of the room on

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

to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces ghostly

pale.

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

his tentacles reaching across Tormora.

said he was out of the game for good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still had his