His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0646 The man hit the ground hard, and Alexander's words hung in the air like steel. The shops, the stalls, the tourists—all fell into a deathly hush.

Eyes were glued to Alexander's hand, then to the red mark on the man's cheek, to the blood and broken teeth spilling from his lips...

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

It was sudden, shocking, and utterly unexpected.

Moments before, it seemed to everyone that the trio—one man and two women—who refused to buy the necklace were about to face a major setback. However, in an astonishing twist, the man lashed out with a fearless slap that sent the suited man soaring through the air.

Strength was not lacking, but there on Coconut Wind Island, those folks were no easy targets.

"You think you can cause trouble here, kid?!" The stall owner, taken aback at first, quickly turned menacing. He jabbed a finger at Alexander's nose and roared, "Come on, guys, do not just stand there. Let's take him down! Cut this guy to pieces, and keep the girls—we'll bring them to the boss!" With a rustling surge, more than 20 men in suits lunged from all sides, brandishing rubber clubs, daggers, and sabers at Alexander's head,

intent on taking him down right there and then.

Then there were Amber and Coral.

In the nearby crowd, a handful of men in suits crept closer to the two women without drawing attention. Once they were within striking distance, they pounced, ready to snatch them away.

they can chew." Such a small skirmish was hardly a challenge for Alexander. With a swift step, he moved to protect Amber and Coral, placing them behind him. His hands traced an arc in the air and, with a subtle tremor, sent forth into

The Remote Strike.

Remote Strike, precise as a homing missile, left Amber

by an unseen force, their screams piercing the air as they crashed to the ground. Blood spilled from their mouths as they failed to

This can't be..." The middle-aged stall owner was petrified, his lips

was fear in its purest form. He was genuinely terrified, his words I jumbled in his

toe, his legs twitching wildly, and a warm wetness spread in his pants. He had been so scared that he had

gaze icy as he stared down the stall owner. "You tried to rip me off, your eyes darting around. When I refused to buy the necklace, you quickly looked away, signaling our tour guide. Are you two working together?" A buzz filled the stall owner's head. He glanced instinctively at Carson among the crowd, his words faltering, "No, no, that's not—I..." In a flash, Alexander's face was impassive, and he disappeared from where he stood, reappearing in an instant before Carson, grabbing his collar and hurling him to the

tumbling and bouncing on the ground, ending up right at the

back in his original spot in

you've been tailing us since we got off the bus. Did you really think I

a sale— where do you get the nerve? Out with it!" Carson was too terrified

tourists left and right. With the

of a comic book, a one-man army. More than 30 goons swarmed him, and not a single one could lay

his teeth rattling like a pair of dice in a cup. "You might be tough, but you can't keep those two ladies safe forever. We've got more than enough muscle on this island! "Our boss from Spring

Alexander, Amber shot a look at Coral, who was sporting a dazed expression, and her