His Lordship Alexander Kane

At six in the evening, at the Severn Mansion.

“Sir, look at this!” Ray was holding a photo in his hand when he entered the living

room. He passed the photo to George nervously. “One of our brothers just received.

the news that Frank Harley is dead!”

What?

George was alarmed when he saw the photo of a ghastly corpse without any of its

limbs. Its entire body was swollen, having been in the sea for a long time. There

were a dozen stab marks on its tattooed chest.

“That tattoo… It really is Frank.”

George felt a chill run down his spine at the revelation.

Frank’s power rapidly grew in the past few years, and he had a few hundred men

working under him. He oversaw 20 establishments and opened a dozen casinos and

billiard clubs.

It could be said that besides George, Frank was second to none in the underworld of

Ol‘ Mare.

“No one in Ol‘ Mare could kill Frank. Only Harry Chesire could.” George’s eyebrows

furrowed as he started sweating.

Harry was wildly ambitious and wanted the entire Ol‘ Mare for himself. He gathered.

the forces of Ol‘ Mare under him. Other than Frank, the other bigwigs had all

submitted to him.

no one in Ol‘ Mare would dare

not need to think to know that Harry’s next target was the Severn

must report this to Alexander now!” George got more

thought about it.

was about to call Alexander when someone knocked lightly on the glass

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the living room.

lightly to the coffee table. He glanced

As expected. Come with me.

Harry Chesire know that Ol‘ Mare is not his to

up in pleasant surprise. “Sir, are

nodded with

New Chesire Group, George had plenty of

a pseudo–position

was the case, Alexander had things for him to

wanted to take over Ol‘ Mare for himself, did

and completely reshuffle the forces in the underworld of Ol‘ Mare and

return to their

moment, in a luxurious private

wine in his glass. He never felt

become the biggest boss in Ol‘ Mare. All

do was to pay a few hundred

be touched. With

to rule.

men are either dead

me in

the real leather couch with

of ruling with his newfound power exhilarated

you so happy?” The

flirtatiously, “Didn’t Mister Chesire from Province Town