His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0423

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The one referred to as ‘that man‘ by the Lord of Wyverna was none other than Alexander.

At this moment, in Ol‘ Mare, at the New Chesire Group’s office building…

“Alexander!” Inside the CEO’s office, Amber’s delicate face turned pale, her voice trembling. “The

Yanker family are really here!

“Alexander, you better hide somewhere. As long as you’re not around, they shouldn’t trouble

anyone else!”

Hiding was the only solution she could think of.

Even with George, Luca, the Chesire Group’s Security Department, the Saunders family, and Wanda’s father together, they were no match for the Yanker family.

Even though Amber knew Alexander was powerful, and her husband’s depth was unfathomable, it was the Yanker family–a force of over 200 disciples, with the weakest among them being vital energy warriors, and surely many Grandmasters among them.

Who could resist such strength?

She needed to escape with Olivia before they came. It was the only way out.

“Olivia, sweetie, Mommy is just joking. Daddy won’t go anywhere.”

the office, Alexander held his pale–faced daughter. He glanced at the panicked Amber, then at

said, “Mom, Dad, you and Amber take

everything under control.”

small hand to his wife, then walked decisively

the office door.

held onto Olivia tightly, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Alexander’s retreating figure. “This is different from before. The Yanker family’s strength is far beyond those forces in the past. I can’t let you

around, his smile unchanged.

train won’t reach Ol‘

The car roared.

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train from the north zoomed along the

in the VIP compartment. His arms adorned with 24 iron rings, emanating a faint golden glow, showcased the formidable vital energy.

was a supreme

his eighties, having immersed himself in the martial arts since childhood, Zane devotedly practiced the ancestral martial arts of

a supreme grand martial. He continued his cultivation for more than 20 years. He had thoroughly solidified

bestowed upon him the title of Duke of War, elevating him to an

from the coastal destination, a subtle click echoed from above

“Hm?”

cross–legged, he swiftly ascended into the air, tearing a hole over two

stood firmly on the roof as the high–speed train, racing at over 300 kilometers per hour, roared against him with a furious wind. Zane was like an immovable

gusts.

stood

man in his early twenties, dressed inconspicuously in a casual suit, wore a faint

figure, he

Kane of Ol‘ Mare.