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.”

fingers snapped shut. A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed

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

“Hmph!”

disdainful snort, 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‘

at Tommy cowering on

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

presence. The crowd was left in

was far from

at Youphoria Nightclub spread like wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions,

midnight, in the opulent rooftop suite of Youphoria

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

fell into

a new kingpin–George, a former mobster who had hung up his spurs, then ruled

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

7/4

those moves were flashing a neon sign of warning

of

son–in–law of Patrick,

hitters, there was Harry, strapped into

storm clouds “I visited Of

Alexander gave me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could

like that…we’re out of our league trying to take him on!”

of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he pressed

like they were made

Hardy? The name alone was enough to

pale.

years back, before Tommy made his mark, Drake was

his tentacles reaching across Tormora.

Drake said he was out of the game for good, his empire pulled back from the underworld’s chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still had his