His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0489 When the noise died down, about to 80 men, led by two martial art grandmasters, burst through the revolving glass door of the hotel and entered the lobby! They all looked ferocious Close behind them were Troy and Xerxes, who had been taught a lesson by Alexander earlier in the day! Get out of here unless you want to die! I'roy had just been badly wounded, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth. He stared at the guests in the hall with bloodshot eyes. "I will int to three. Whoever dares to stay here will be killed without mercy

There was an uproar in the lobby.

The guests were marginal I representatives of the second and third-tier families in the northern region. They had not seen much before and were terrified. Some of them were so frightened that they ran out of the lobby without turning their heads to take a second look. Others were so frightened that their legs and feet gave way, and they had to rely on their companions to help them stand.

Some guests were close to the Waine and Simmons families. They approached Troy with trepidation and said, "Mister Waine, please calm down.

We are friends! It's not worth it for such a trivial matter." Slap! Troy was furious. He slapped the young

hard and hissed through clenched teeth, "If you dare to speak again, I will kill you! Tell me, where is the guy who hit me? You will die if you don't tell me where he is!" The young master from a third-tier family was so scared that he did not even dare to raise his hands to cover his swollen cheeks. He held out his hand and pointed to the VIP reception room not far away. ""He should be over there. I just saw the old Redwine housekeeper take him there..." Troy narrowed his eyes and raised his hand, waving

get him!" The two grandmasters led

by the 70 to 80 men waving weapons as they rushed frantically into the

through his oath of allegiance when he was

hastily reassured Alexander, "Please wait

boom! A mighty force shattered

Simmons families rushed into the room, followed by their group of 70 to 80 followers, filling the huge VIP reception room! With such a group of underlings clearing the way for them,

room! "Troy, Xerxes!" Frank's face became morose, and his voice sounded cold

arrogant! Do you really think