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.”

final words, Alexander’s fingers snapped shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out by

from the corner of his mouth as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few times before his legs kicked

“Hmph!”

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,

his arms–walked out of the nightclub

presence. The crowd was left in stunned silence.

night was far from over.

the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare, who

rooftop

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

into a tense

a former mobster who had hung up his spurs, then ruled the roost. The old guard

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

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a neon

force of

of

there was Harry, strapped

his face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare

this souvenir! Who knew the

that…we’re out of our league

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

were made of

enough to turn

pale.

back, before Tommy made his mark, Drake was

tentacles reaching across

was out of the game for good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s