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.

few locals, peering from afar, caught a glimpse of the Zabaleta mayor’s official car leading a convoy of police escorts. They

Campbell family, no more!”

towering office skyscraper, Cingen peered through his telescope at

had fallen, yet the night vision scope cut 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

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had been wiped out

to Cingen, clutched her own

“He took down the Ledgers and the Campbells. His strength is downright chilling. But those familles… They had the backing of

paused, his gaze drifting northward, eyes

the northern power players must be in the

region of Regulus Windsur…

stillness.

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

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

the only sound piercing the night’s silence. His last shred of hope

was heavy with secrets, and the estate lay eerily quiet, save for the

brutal clash among the three major families

murmured that it was the shadowy hand of Ol‘ Mare that had tipped the scales, aiding the Saunders family in their ruthless purge

speculation, and the Kane family was no exception. They were the once–revered leaders of the four great families, the

the information is here, Mister Kane,” said a cloaked figure with a raspy voice, standing in the Kane family’s study before

the young master was indeed in Zabaleta when it all happened, but there’s no concrete