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.”

A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way.

mouth as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few

“Hmph!”

tossed 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,

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

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

The crowd was left in stunned

far

the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘

the opulent rooftop suite

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 club… Does anyone have any idea how

fell into a

his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old

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

7/4

neon sign of warning Alexander

of nature.

of Patrick, the nobody”

heavy hitters, there was

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

this souvenir! Who knew the guy could sidestep bullets?

our

the room on his shoulders. Finally, he pressed

were made of lead.

alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces

pale.

Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big fish in

his tentacles reaching

for good, his empire pulled back from the