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.”

crack echoed through the hall as Sean’s neck gave way. His eyes

corner of his mouth as the heavyset’s body shook violently at few times

“Hmph!”

get one thing straight tonight: Ol‘

glance at Tommy cowering

his arms–walked out of the nightclub with

The crowd was left in stunned silence.

far from

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

midnight, in the opulent rooftop suite

his face dark 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 by taking down. Mark’s

fell into

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

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

7/4

those moves were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander

force of nature.

of

hitters, there was Harry, strapped into a wheelchair,

his face the color of storm clouds “I visited Of Mare

this souvenir! Who knew the guy could sidestep bullets?

out of our league trying to take

sat in silence, the weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he

like they were made

The name alone was enough to

pale.

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

reaching across Tormora.

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