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 eyes bulged in terror as his life was snuffed out by

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

“Hmph!”

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‘ Mare’s New Chesire Group isn’t something you can mess

glance at Tommy cowering

in his arms–walked out of the nightclub with

presence. The crowd was

was far from

Nightclub spread like wildfire through Woolpackton’s underworld, sending shockwaves among the factions, particularly those with

rooftop suite

Corps. He recently made a name for himself by taking down. Mark’s crew all on his

fell into a tense

buzzing with too much action. 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 eating out of his hand, and

the big shot of Aaronson who took a hit without a peep, all thanks to Alexander’s

7/4

were flashing a neon sign of warning Alexander

of nature.

of Patrick, the nobody”

of the heavy hitters, there was

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

gave me this souvenir! Who

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

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

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

enough to turn the

pale.

made his mark,

tentacles reaching across

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