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.”

words, Alexander’s fingers snapped shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes

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

“Hmph!”

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

glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander

his arms–walked out of

was

was far

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

the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s

room fell into a tense

mobster who had hung up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old guard of crime lords were eating out of his hand,

who took a hit without a peep, all

7/4

flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander

of nature.

of Patrick, the nobody”

heavy hitters, there was

up, his face the color of storm clouds

Who knew the guy could sidestep

out of our league trying to

silence, the weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he pressed

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

The name alone was enough to turn

pale.

Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big fish

reaching across

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