His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 271

Chapter 0271

Bella was dead.

Her head exploded into a mist of blood. Her headless body swayed for a moment before collapsing to the

ground with a loud thud.

The young lady of the Jackman family, the venomous beauty, ruthless in heart and cunning in hand… None of these words bestowed upon her any halo. She seemed like just an ordinary person, convulsing violently on the ground. It lasted less than ten seconds, and then complete silence.

Alexander showed no mercy, indeed.

“L-Lord Kane.”

Even though George had known Alexander’s true identity for a long time, he could not help but shiver in awe. Despite constantly addressing him as ‘Lord Kane’, ever since Alexander retired from the military, George could not shake off a hint of peculiar thoughts.

The so-called strongest Lord of War seemed nothing more than a slightly more formidable ordinary person after retirement…

However, those thoughts were long gone.

What was the Lord of the Temple of War? What was the strongest Lord of War?

He could kill his enemies as though it was a walk in the park; he could take lives with a single strike; and he

could determine life and death just by uttering a word.

alone was the invincible

address; it became George’s lifelong pride. It was the supreme glory reserved

of their injuries, they all stood upright

at the Ol’ Mare Grand Hotel turned out to

attitude through actions. It was a high-stakes gamble,

his gaze sweeping over each face, and a hint of approval slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. “You did well. Fearless in

a reward, I will give you a chance to let the

walked confidently toward the

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echoed, Amber’s delicate body trembled slightly as she slowly awoke from the soft, luxurious bed. A splitting

slapped unconscious by the King of the North, she was supposed to sleep for

However, she woke up prematurely, and as

get out of bed. “Alex Alexander…” she called out with whatever strength

the suite next door, Alexander’s heart jolted, and his figure instantly blurred. In less than three seconds, he swiftly reached

the handprint on her cheek, his eyes turned cold

were disheveled, her breath weak. Due to

were normal, with no

enough evidence

carrying a palpable sense of menace. “The imprint is solid, so the force must

Amber, with

not. It’s an old man called… the King of the

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