His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0557 The Zadra family's hired killer was-a master of stealth with unfathomable I methods.

I Ashadowy figure crouched by the chandelier, nestled among the streamers high above the Johansson Grand Hotel lobby and beneath the grandeur of the 12-meter dome. He surveyed the scene below, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

His target was in sight.

He clutched a sleek dart in his right hand and tied a black band around his wrist with the number eight emblazoned on it.

His gaze was focused on Caleb, who had just entered the hall. The grip on his dart tightened, and his wrist shook with anticipation.

However, right when he was about to strike...

wy Te eur "Number eight? That symbol seem familiar." A voice, tinged with amusement, entered the assassin's ear from behind. "Unless I'm mistaken, you belong to the northern hidden supreme grand martial sect and I are adisciple of the Eight-Armed Guardian.

"Does the Eight-Armed Guardian know you are on the Zadra family's payroll?" The assassin's heart skipped a beat, and he spun around instinctively, only to come face-to-face with the young man floating behind him, his eyes narrowing in recognition.

The talk of the north,

see me?" Alexander dangled

hotel lobby He looked at the assassin dressed inblack with a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Who is on Franklin's hit list today? Caleb? "Do you think Franklin will kill

blood." The assassin's face was a mask of confusion. "Wait, aren't you Caleb's kid? You want him dead?" Alexander's gaze drifted lazily across the

the assassin, his voice as cold as ice. "Don't dawdle. Take

and his grip on

fate was predetermined. Neither Alexander nor Franklin would let him leave alive in

life, but Alexander had

dart flew, whether Caleb was hit or not

stuff

the bus. That's ruthless, real ruthless," the assassin in black said, giving Alexander one last

quic} flick of his wrist, the sleek dart sliced through the air, leaving a light trail as it closed in on