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.

mayor’s official car leading a convoy of

family, Campbell family,

skyscraper, Cingen peered through his telescope at the distant Ol‘

with undeniable clarity. The armored police van below

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families had been wiped

standing close to Cingen, clutched her own telescope,

Campbells. His strength is downright chilling. But those familles… They had the backing of

northward, eyes narrowing

players must be in

in the northern region of

night’s stillness. “Uncle! You have to avenge us Campbells. We’re

source of the lament was a middle–aged man, his head wrapped in a white bandage, a bandage that spoke of tragedy. He bore a striking resemblance to Harrey and was, in fact,

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

his family’s ruin had just reached him, and he had come here in desperation, his tears the only sound

heavy with secrets, and the estate lay eerily quiet, save for the sorrowful weeping of Viator. What transpired in Zabaleta remained

whispered of a brutal clash among the three

Mare that had tipped

was no exception. They were the once–revered leaders of the four great families, the Kanes of

figure with a raspy voice, standing in

to uncover that the young master was indeed in Zabaleta when it all happened, but there’s no concrete proof that he was behind the fall of