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

Campbell family, no more!”

rooftop of a towering office skyscraper, Cingen peered through his telescope at the distant Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand

night vision scope cut through the darkness with undeniable clarity. The armored police van below was a grim sight, filled

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been wiped out

to Cingen, clutched her own telescope, her face ashen.

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

his gaze drifting northward, eyes narrowing with thought.

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

region of Regulus

night’s stillness. “Uncle!

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, the youngest son of the Campbell patriarch,

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

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

secrets, and the estate lay eerily quiet, save for the sorrowful weeping of Viator.

of a brutal clash among the three major

that had

family was no exception. They were

Mister Kane,” said a cloaked figure with a raspy voice, standing in the Kane family’s study before a middle–aged man whose hair bore the marks of time.

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