His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0400

In the hotel corridor, a gruesome scene unfolded as blood and gore splattered everywhere.

The first bodyguard’s move was the signal, and the rest followed suit without a second thought.

One snatched up a sinister–looking black spike, another brandished a rubber baton. Together, they unleashed a frenzy of violence on Owen and Alice.

They were out for blood.

“No, no, stop!”

Owen, soaked in his own blood, writhed and screamed on the ground. His wounds were gaping. some so deep his bones were laid bare. He sobbed until his voice broke.

“Alexander, please, I’m begging you, let me go! I’ll head back up North this instant and never step foot in Zabaleta again, I swear on my life!

“Please, don’t kill me, I’m begging you! I’m the Redwine family’s second son. If you kill me, you’re

going to regret it, I promise you that!”

His pleas fell on deaf ears.

Alexander stood there, his gaze lowered as if the carnage before him was nothing new. His face. was a mask of indifference.

He was the Lord of War, accustomed to fields strewn with the dead, rivers of blood, mountains of

bones. That was nothing.

What was the Redwine family of the North to the Lord of War? Mere dust.

the New Chesire Group. Their fate was sealed from

you’d kill a woman? What does that make you?”

carpet, barely alive after the brutal beating. Her screams were wild, desperate. “I’m

is my kin. Kill Owen and me, and

Redwine families. They will never let

shook his head slowly, a shadow of doubt crossing his

can’t be killed?”

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he

as callous and deadly as a serpent’s, they did

to be

will be returned to

Redwine family is nothing–a mere flick of my wrist and they’re history. It they’re foolish

the Sunhaven Sacco bunch? They

those final words, he gestured with a casual

rage, needed no further encouragement. They unleashed their fury with long swords, spikes, and rubber

Owen’s cries and Alice’s screams were cut short as their bodies convulsed and then

the bodies is yours.”

to face the one–armed man known as Golden Wolf, his voice devold of emotion. Pass a message to the Redwines–if they’re itching

waiting for a reply, he turned on his heel and

“Alexander!”

the remains of his arm, watched Alexander’s retreating figure. The name echoed in his mind, his

night, deep in the territory of the Redwine family in the north, the air was thick

disaster. The Redwine heirs had crossed Alexander, and

for it.

Wolf, his shoulder bound in a makeshift sling, knelt before the family head. He recounted. the fiasco, his voice heavy with defeat. “Alexander’s power is beyond our

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