His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0322

Decide? How should he decide?

Alexander never dealt with multiple–choice questions because he never needed to..

He paid no attention to the group of thugs around him, calmly focusing on Waldo. He said softly. “You u were right about something. Time is limited. Our advertising shoot has been delayed for too long, so we must save time from now on.”

Waldo was slightly startled, but he quickly understood and laughed heartily. “Save time? That’s right! Have you made up your mind? Kneel and bow to me now. It won’t take any time at all, and I…

Alexander lifted his right foot, lightly stomped the beach beneath him, and uttered a single word, “Leave!”

Under Alexander’s foot, countless fine sands shot out like shrapnel from a cannon, their speed impossible to discern. They produced a sharp noise from rapid friction in the air. It took less than half a second, and a deluge of sand fell upon Waldo and his gang.

They were sprawled on the ground.

They were not even martial artists, just street brawlers, and the sand pummeled their skin, tearing their clothes into shreds. They screamed in pain, rolling on the ground in agony.

Waldo and the 27 thugs under him, Alexander dispatched them all with a single move, leaving no one standing.

The six foreign models screamed, their shorts soaked in fear, evidently having wetted themselves.

“Don’t you like multiple–choice questions?” Alexander’s gaze remained calm. He looked down at the wailing Waldo and spoke softly, “Now I’ll give you a multiple–choice question. Either apologize to my employees by

bow, or die.

time is limited, and you have

in blood, crying so hard he was

been in Sunhaven for over a decade and had seen

could even kick

were shredded, their skin sliced

on the verge of collapse.

this something a human could

human. He was a monster, a devil, a

such a terrifying individual…

the intense pain throughout his body, crying and shouting. “I choose.

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an apology. I want

words fell, his palm

scared pale, no longer daring to have any hope. He knelt down on the sand and frantically bowed to Sheldon and the several employees behind

boys be so unruly. I wasted these eyes! I hope you gentlemen have a big heart and forgive my offense. I… I was confused! I’m a scoundrel!”

head against the ground. The forehead, already hit by sand, bled profusely. His skin split open, making

“Mister Kane.”

by the scene before them, cautiously speaking, “How about forgiving them this

Suffered?

Department. his gaze solemn. ‘Remember, you’re employees of New