His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0454 Deep into the night, a chilling wind whispered through the desolate northern cliffs. At the base, an eerie, long-forgotten wooden shack stood, its door creaking open under the careful hand of Quinby Yanker. He slipped inside, his movements as silent as the shadows that danced across the walls.

That was the place, the exact location Zane's note had led him to.

The interior of the shack was a testament to neglect, with cobwebs every corner and decades-old decor buried under a thick blanket of dust. It was clear no soul had set foot there in ages.

"Thirty years ago, that was a hideout

for the Black Maple," Quinby murmured to himself. He paused, pulling out a northern map and marking it with a stark red 'X' before shaking his head and heading back to the door.

His every sense was on high alert. As a proud practitioner of the Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist and a protege of Zane, Quinby had been on many such missions, each executed flawlessly.

This night would be no different.

He had been vigilant since stepping into the shack, his focus razor-sharp, ready for any hint of danger. However, as he moved to leave, nothing had seemed amiss—until that final moment.

shiver of premonition. Without a second's FT Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on

his fist launching with the force of a wildfire, targeting an unseen threat at his

art, swift and devastating. It

followed was unexpected—a

the toughest alloy, snapping his wrist bone clean through. The jagged ends of the bone jutted out from beneath the skin,

was staggering, In the shadows, a figure too blurred for the eye to catch let out a raspy, chilling chuckle. With a nonchalant flick of his left hand, he ripped off half of Quinby's right arm. Then, with a swift sidestep, he grabbed Quinby's throat with an ease that belied

plea, "Mercy, sir, you've got it all wrong..." A misunderstanding?

room for Quinby to explain. With a

the lifeless body aside as if it were nothing, sending

steered clear of the Yanker family, yet they've dared to cross me." He turned northward, his wild, blood- red eyes flashing menacingly from beneath a tangle of long

the cloak of night, the man, wild and imposing, crouched on powerful legs

of light and dark. One side was relatively untouched, the other a map of scars, as if mauled by a bear, a sight both

base of Yewspire Mountain, within the solemn walls of the Yanker family's ancestral hall, a sense of

Zane announced, his back to the entrance as he addressed the