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.

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

family,

peered through his telescope at the distant Ol‘ Mare

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

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been wiped

to Cingen, clutched her own telescope, her

down the Ledgers and the Campbells. His strength is downright chilling. But those familles… They had

gaze drifting northward, eyes narrowing with

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rustic estate, a cry of anguish shattered the night’s stillness. “Uncle! You have to avenge us Campbells. We’re finished, just finished!”

a middle–aged man, his head wrapped in a white bandage, a bandage that spoke of tragedy. He bore a striking

the northern Redwine estate, he stood alone, spared from the catastrophe that

sound piercing the night’s

lay eerily quiet, save for the sorrowful weeping of

brutal clash among the

hand of Ol‘ Mare that had

abuzz with speculation, and the Kane family was no exception. They were the once–revered leaders

a cloaked figure with a raspy voice, standing in the Kane family’s study before a middle–aged man whose hair

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