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.”

Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out by the

the heavyset’s body shook violently at few times before his legs kicked out and he collapsed

“Hmph!”

of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing straight tonight: Ol‘ Mare’s New Chesire

at Tommy cowering on

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

presence. The crowd was

far from over.

sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare, who were then squirming with unease.

rooftop suite of Youphoria

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

into a tense

up his spurs, then ruled the roost.

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

7/4

flashing a neon sign of

of nature.

is the son–in–law of Patrick,

of the heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped into

the color of storm clouds “I visited Of

me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could

our league trying

sat in silence, the weight of the room

they were

alone was enough to turn

pale.

his mark, Drake was the big fish

his tentacles reaching across

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