His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0196

Drake stared at the call from Acela, not picking up right away, lost in thought.

His bond with ‘Acela’ was tangled and tough.

Back in his heyday, he had carved out a name for himself in Woolpackton, eventually rising to the top of the underworld’s heavyweight division. After years of spilling blood and making enemies, he had too many scores

to settle.

His wife was murdered by his adversaries 20 years ago. He sent his only daughter overseas with a web of fake IDs, all to keep her safe from the life she led.

In Province Town, only Ghost Sword, close as a brother, knew the truth about Acela.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, but as his daughter grew up, she came to despise everything about him. She

saw Drake as the worst kind of criminal, and she even blamed him for her mother’s death. Then, Drake and

Acela were practically strangers, their father-daughter bond all but broken.

“Why on earth is Acela calling me out of the blue?”

Drake cradled his phone, lost in thought for a moment before he exhaled and picked up the call.

In Ol’ Mare, just a stone’s throw from Belmont Hills, at Lifestyle Hotel, Alexander was holding Acela’s phone, a dial tone humming in his ear. A slight smirk played on his lips as he whispered, “Is this Mister Hardy from

Woolpackton?”

The question hit Drake like a thunderclap in the quiet of his bamboo garden. His voice turned frigid. “You have Acela’s phone? Who are you, and what’s your connection to her?”

“We just met by chance.”

your daughter. She’s had a bit too much to drink, but she’s okay. If you’re not too busy, Mister Hardy,

her. The

added with a hint of

Alexander?!

second, his gaze flicking to Harry and the others nearby. He scrunched his brow. brought the phone close, and spoke with a gravity that matched his words, “They say the young are often the bravest, Alex. I’ve heard your name’s been on

were hanging around, and I had a hunch you’d

Friends?

mulled it over briefly before flashing a

at Yaser and said with a grin, “Yaser, kick back and relax here.

+15 BONUS

still-groggy Acela out of the hotel, hopped into his cherry-red Porsche. and tore

and the clock struck one in

back to her

the bamboo grove behind Rectewald Mall, maids escorted Acela

the bamboo, beckoned Alexander with a

to Drake’s side, murmuring.” Mister Hardy, you can breathe easy. Miss Acela

“Thanks for bringing my girl

bamboo. With a slight arch of his brow, he said, “Mister Hardy,

on his heel and strode away, not

“How dare you!”

feet that belied the swiftness of his approach. In a heartbeat, he was before Alexander, his sword gleaming like a serpent of steel pressed against Alexander’s

steel” Alexander remarked, locking eyes with his opponent, his face betraying no fear.” Here’s your one chance-put the sword away, or it’ll be the

Hm?

and the others watched excitedly. Alexander was actually challenging the Ghost Sword, a man whose power was a deep, dark ocean, and whose skills were a mystery even to

remembered the

had mastered his vital energy, his foot poised to cross into the stage of

street fighters were seen as tough individuals, a step above the average person, but were not considered true fighters. In numerous urban fighters academies, the skills of junior learners are frequently labeled as