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.”

gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his

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

“Hmph!”

esteemed bigwigs of Woolpackton?! Let’s get one thing

glance at Tommy cowering on the

and–with Olivia in his arms–walked out of

presence. The crowd was

was far

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

opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

said, his face dark with 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 taking down. Mark’s crew all on his own, and now he’s made

into a tense silence.

a former mobster who had hung up his spurs,

Aaronson who took

7/4

flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander was an

force of

son–in–law of Patrick, the

gathering of the heavy hitters, there was Harry,

face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare a few

Who knew the

skills like that…we’re out of our league

in silence, the weight of the room on

the words like they were made of lead. “Mister

The name alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘ faces ghostly

pale.

made his mark, Drake was the big fish in

his tentacles reaching

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