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.”

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

at few times before his legs kicked out

“Hmph!”

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 mess with! Anyone looking for trouble, just take Sean as your cautionary tale!”

cowering on the floor, Alexander turned,

in his arms–walked out of the nightclub with

presence. The crowd was left in stunned silence.

night was far from over.

like wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the

in the opulent rooftop

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,

into

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 lords were eating out of his hand, and their

Mark Aares, the big shot of Aaronson who took a hit

7/4

moves were flashing a neon

of nature.

the son–in–law of Patrick, the

hitters, there

the color of storm clouds “I

this souvenir! Who knew

out of our league trying

the weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally,

the words like they were made of lead.

enough to turn the

pale.

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

reaching

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