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.”

the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror

shook violently at few times before

“Hmph!”

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,

cowering on the

his arms–walked out of the

presence. The crowd was

was far from over.

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

opulent rooftop suite

Frontier Corps. He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all on his own, and now he’s made

room fell into a tense silence.

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 lords were

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

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moves were flashing a neon sign of warning

force of

of Patrick, the nobody”

gathering of the heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped into a wheelchair,

clouds “I visited Of Mare a few days back,

me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could sidestep

of our league trying to

in silence, the weight of the room

were made of lead. “Mister Hardy.”

alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters‘

pale.

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

reaching

the game for good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still