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.”

with some friends, and I ran into your daughter. She’s had a bit too much to drink, but she’s okay.

her. The address

rattled off the hotel’s location, then added with a hint of a smile, “Oh, and by the way, the name’s

Alexander?!

flicking to Harry and the others nearby. He scrunched his brow. brought the phone close, and spoke with a

hanging around, and I had a hunch you’d be keen to catch up

Friends?

lounge of the Lifestyle Hotel, Alexander mulled it over briefly before flashing

kick back and relax here. I’ll get Miss Hardy home

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out of the hotel,

and the clock struck one in

lady back to her

Rectewald Mall, maids escorted Acela to

a stone bench among the bamboo, beckoned Alexander with a

to Drake’s side, murmuring.” Mister Hardy, you

softening. “Thanks for bringing my girl home,

He stood before the pavilion and eyed Harry. Tommy, and the others at the fringe of the bamboo. With a slight arch of his brow, he said, “Mister Hardy, are these the ‘friends’ you mentioned?

heel and strode

“How dare you!”

shifted his stance, a subtle dance of feet that belied the swiftness of his approach. In a heartbeat, he was before Alexander,

remarked, locking eyes with his opponent, his face betraying no fear.” Here’s your one chance-put the sword

Hm?

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

all remembered

poised to cross into the stage of energy transformation. Who could doubt that by then, he had not achieved

not considered true fighters. In numerous urban fighters academies, the skills of