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.”

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

of his mouth as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few times before his legs kicked out and he

“Hmph!”

Alexander 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

sparing a glance at Tommy cowering on the floor,

his

The crowd was left in stunned silence.

night was far from

wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions

midnight, in the opulent rooftop suite of

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

into a

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

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

7/4

flashing a neon sign of

force of

is the son–in–law of

there was Harry,

clouds “I

souvenir! Who knew the guy

that…we’re out of our

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

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

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

pale.

made his mark,

tentacles reaching

pulled back from