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.”

crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out

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

“Hmph!”

of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing straight

glance at Tommy cowering on

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

presence. The crowd was left in stunned

night was far from

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

in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

said, his face dark with worry as he addressed 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 a statement at my

into a

streets have been buzzing 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

Mark Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took

7/4

were flashing a neon

of nature.

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

there was Harry, strapped into a wheelchair,

face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare

Alexander gave me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could sidestep bullets?

our league

the weight of the room on

they were made of lead.

name alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces

pale.

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

tentacles reaching across

back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still had his finger on the pulse of