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.”

through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out by the

heavyset’s body shook violently at few times before

“Hmph!”

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

glance at Tommy cowering on the floor, Alexander turned,

in his arms–walked

crowd was left

night was far from

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

the opulent rooftop suite of

He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all on his own, and now he’s made a statement at my club… Does anyone have

into a

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 his hand, and their shady businesses were cleaning up their

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

7/4

those moves were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander

force of

son–in–law of

of the heavy hitters, there was Harry, strapped into

the color of storm clouds

gave me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could

our league

of the room on

they were made of lead. “Mister Hardy.”

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

pale.

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

reaching across Tormora.

pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still had his finger