His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0437

Ray and Alexander would never spare the thugs, who all ran and screamed for dear life.

Ray, like a mad lion, pounced on them and knocked out all four punks one by one.

“You…”

Tom struggled to his feet, then rushed over to help up his blind partner. He looked at Alexander, who was beside him, and then at the two urns not far away.

He froze. It felt as if lightning had struck him.

The surface of the urns was covered with a curtain, so he could not see the black and white photos of Ciro and Cian on the urns. However, just by looking at the urns, he could guess what was under the curtain.

He knew both Ciro and Cian, his dearest sons, were dead.

In the courtyard, the four punks had their limbs broken by Ray and were dropped next to Big Bob’s body.

“I’m sorry.”

Alexander bowed slowly, picked up the urns from the ground, and apologized to Tom. He handed the two urns to Tom, his voice solemn and mournful. “Mr. and Mrs. Carey, Ciro and Cian are good

men. I…”

to express his sorrow for their

cries. He put a trembling

blind, so she could not see her sons‘ urns and had no idea they were dead. Tom thought he could keep it a secret from her and let her think that her sons were alive and well out there, even if it meant

Cian…have found a very good

put the urns aside, stepped forward to support the old lady’s arm, and said softly, “Missus Carey, Ciro and Cian had gone abroad to enjoy their blessings. They’ll also be starting a

regular money to you both so that you can

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good life. She stroked Alexander’s arm. “Young man, are you a friend of theirs? Did you just beat up Big Bob’s gang? You got

silently shook his head, his heart slowly letting out

two sacrificed men could rest in peace in heaven. He silently promised the brothers that their

half an hour later…

having regained his composure, Tom clutched the urns of his two sons with tears running down his cheeks but never let out an audible cry. He had

motioned to Ray, and they bowed to the old

with twisted arms and legs were tied up by Ray and thrown next to the body, the crotches of their

the hell

anger, and they hissed at

whistling in the air as he struck the left side of this punk’s face so hard that his cheekbone shattered and collapsed. The

something to say?”

looked at the other three punks with a straight face ominously. No one dared to look the Lord of War in the eye. He was condescending;