Chapter 0451 Alexander shook his head.

Where was he going with that? Vicenzo kept his eyes glued to Alexander, not showing an ounce of respect for the so-called 'King of Ol' Mare'.

The moment Alexander's head stopped moving, Vicenzo's hefty frame surged forward, launching off the dock.

Like a bolt from the blue, he landed with a thud on the cargo ship's deck.

The short knife, made of a sleek alloy, was drawn in a flash, its chilling edge pressed threateningly against Afred's neck.

Hostage situation!

"Haha! I know you're tough as nails, Alexander, but you're not the sharpest tool in the shed! "Don't kid yourself, thinking your sniper's got me spooked. Sniper or no sniper, I'm not scared! I've got all the time in the world to slit Afred's throat before a bullet can even graze me!" Afred stood frozen, the chill of the

dock's edge, his gaze sweeping over Afred and the rest of the crew. His voice was calm and even. "If he so much

chips a tooth,

you really see yourself as some kind of unbeatable warlord? Even the mightiest warlord can't do everything! I've got the upper hand with the guy here, so what's your move? "This is Rabaldiston, home turf of the Little Knife Society! "Sure, in Ol' Mare, the New Chesire Group might mean something, but here in Rabaldiston, you're just small fry!" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

piercing look at the lean man on the dock. "Mateo, it's time! Alexander, Ray, each of you take out an I arm! And if you even think about fighting back, I'll slice Afred's throat in a heartbeat!" With

yours." Alexander stood his ground, his eyes calmly fixed on Vicenzo on

right? Well, Mister Sabine's

me." As the words left

and armed with techniques taught

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