His Lordship Alexander Kane

Dan wailed miserably as his wrist broke and his bones pierced through his flesh. He

was in excruciating pain.

The escort behind him was so terrified that her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

“A–Alexander!” Dan clutched his wrist weakly as his eyes reddened from the pain. ” Don’t you know

that I’m with Harry Chesire and Tony Coglione from Province Town? They now have a rule on Ol‘

Mare!” he hissed. “If you touch me now, they’ll come

after you tomorrow!”

Dan was a thug after all. He was used to bloody fights. He still held it together up till that point. Tony

and Harry were his final card up his sleeve.

“Harry Chesire? Who the hell is he?” Alexander looked at Dan and said quietly. “As one of the bosses

of the underworld in Ol‘ Mare, not only did you not get stronger, but you also became someone else’s

lapdog instead. You’re no ‘boss‘ at all! I’ll let you live today, though. You better sit still like the crippled

man you are.”

George, who was next to Alexander, snickered. He took one step forward and raised.

his leg.

Crack!

“No–argh!”

left arm was crushed badly under

treated him, his arm would no

He ignored Dan and said, “Let’s head to the next

the Western suburbs,

the bottom of Mount St. Frost in

in Ol‘ Mare with a few mansions scattered around.

ago, so there were not many residents in the

+15 BONUS

In the living room, a

profusely. “You’re terribly injured. The surgery can

need to recuperate for at least

engage in

Harry gritted his teeth,

saw how William took less than half an hour to cure

at the Ol‘ Mare Stadium. His own surgery, however, took six hours. He was in so

even after being put on anesthesia, that he shuddered. There was a good

left with a disability,

“Fuck you, Alexander Kane!”

off

everything ready? I can’t wait any longer. We’ll leave right away! We’ll first kill

and his

them all dead!”

took a step forward. “Boss,

loud explosion rang

few dozen meters away from the living room, the huge gates of the mansion were

were at least a few hundred kilograms, yet it swung open and

outside the living room.

“George Severn, Ray, and…Alexander!”

about 20 skilled fighters. He glared at

“I haven’t even gone to look for you, yet you’ve already sent