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.”

words, Alexander’s fingers snapped shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His

mouth as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few

“Hmph!”

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

at Tommy cowering on the floor,

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

was

far from over.

Nightclub spread like wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with ambitions against Ol‘ Mare, who were then

rooftop suite of Youphoria Nightclub…

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

fell into a tense

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

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

7/4

were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander

force of

son–in–law of Patrick, the nobody”

hitters, there was Harry, strapped into

face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of

me this souvenir! Who knew

our league trying to take

weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he

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

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

pale.

back, before Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big fish in

his tentacles reaching

Drake said he 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