His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0354

The sounds of bodles collapsing echoed in quick succession until the lobby fell into a deathly silence.

Moments before, the Ledger and Campbell families had strutted about with unchecked arrogance. In an instant, their reign came to a catastrophic end. Their finest warrlors lay lifeless, their bodies strewn across the ground in the time It takes to blink.

“George, Ray.”

Alexander’s expression remained as impassive as If he had swatted away a nuisance of ants. He addressed the two men with a calm command, “Clean house.”

George and Ray shuddered, instantly grasping the gravity of the situation.

They were no strangers to that grim task.

The Ledger and Campbell familles, anyone even remotely connected to the incident, were to be dealt with ruthlessly.

The innocents, those uninvolved children, women, and youths, were herded off to welfare institutions, stripped of the Zabaleta family’s once–glittering prestige.

Alexander’s words rang true. By dawn, the Ledger and Campbell dynasties would be nothing more than a memory, dissipated like mist.

The night at Zabaleta was far from tranquil.

The staff at Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel and the guests ousted by the Saunders family remained oblivious to the night’s dark deeds.

from afar, caught a glimpse of the Zabaleta mayor’s official car leading a

family, Campbell family,

Cingen peered through his telescope at the distant Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel, his weathered

through the darkness with undeniable clarity. The armored police van below was a grim sight, filled with the lifeless bodies of the Ledger and Campbell family members.

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been

Roslyn, standing close to Cingen, clutched her own telescope, her face ashen. She

the Campbells. His strength is downright chilling. But those familles…

northward, eyes narrowing with thought.

fiasco Zabaleta caused, the northern power players must be in the loop by

region of Regulus

estate, a cry of anguish shattered the night’s stillness. “Uncle! You

wrapped in a white bandage, a bandage that spoke of tragedy. He bore a striking resemblance to Harrey and

he stood alone, spared from the catastrophe that had befallen his

only sound piercing the night’s silence. His last shred of hope lay with Harrey’s distant cousin, the Redwine family of the north.

estate lay eerily quiet, save for the sorrowful weeping of Viator. What transpired in Zabaleta remained a mystery to all.

swirled–some whispered of a brutal clash among the

of Ol‘ Mare that had tipped the scales, aiding the Saunders family in their ruthless purge

abuzz with speculation, and the Kane family was no exception. They were the

Kane,” said a cloaked figure with a raspy voice, standing in the Kane family’s study before a middle–aged

it all happened, but there’s no concrete proof that he was behind the