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!”

out. Dan’s perfect left arm was crushed

his arm would

He ignored Dan and

Western

of Mount St. Frost in the Western suburbs of Ol‘

Ol‘ Mare with a few mansions scattered around. They were

so there were not many

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Mister Chesire.” In the living room, a private doctor was

sweating profusely. “You’re terribly injured. The surgery can only set

to recuperate for

engage in strenuous

Harry gritted his teeth,

half an hour to

Ol‘ Mare Stadium. His own surgery, however, took six hours. He was

on anesthesia, that he shuddered. There was a

be left with

“Fuck you, Alexander Kane!”

instructed his men to send the doctor off before anger overwhelmed him with a string of

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

and his family! I

them all dead!”

a step

explosion

away from the living room, the huge gates of the mansion were

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

outside the living room.

“George Severn, Ray, and…Alexander!”

door, leading about 20 skilled fighters. He glared at all

gone to look for you,