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.”

hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life

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

“Hmph!”

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

at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander turned, took

his arms–walked out

was left

was far

Nightclub spread like wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare, who were

in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

Corps. He recently made a name for himself by taking

into a tense silence.

Mare had a new kingpin–George, a former mobster who had hung up his spurs, then ruled the roost.

big shot of Aaronson who took a hit without a

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a neon sign of

of nature.

the son–in–law of Patrick, the

the heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped into a wheelchair,

face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare

Who

our league

the room on his shoulders. Finally,

like they were made

was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces ghostly

pale.

years back, before Tommy made his mark, Drake was the

tentacles reaching across Tormora.

back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still had

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