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.”

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

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

“Hmph!”

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!”

a glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander turned,

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

The crowd was left

was far from

Youphoria Nightclub spread like wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly

the opulent rooftop suite of

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

room fell into a

the 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 lords were eating out of his hand, and their

Aaronson who took a hit without a peep, all thanks to Alexander’s game.

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flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander was an

force of nature.

is the son–in–law of Patrick,

hitters, there was Harry, strapped into

his face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare a few days back,

Who knew the guy could

like that…we’re out of our

in silence, the weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally,

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

name alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces

pale.

his mark,

his tentacles reaching across Tormora.

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