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!”

arm was crushed badly under

treated him, his arm would no

Dan and said, “Let’s

in the Western

St. Frost in the

newly developed in Ol‘ Mare with a few mansions scattered around. They

not long ago, so there were not many residents

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Mister Chesire.” In the living room,

sweating profusely. “You’re terribly injured. The

need to recuperate for at least

engage in

Harry gritted his teeth,

half an hour to cure that

surgery, however, took six hours. He was in

anesthesia, that he shuddered. There was a good

be left with a disability,

“Fuck you, Alexander Kane!”

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

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

Patrick and his family! I

them all dead!”

a step forward. “Boss, our

loud explosion

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

at least a few hundred kilograms, yet it swung open

outside the living room.

“George Severn, Ray, and…Alexander!”

the door, leading about 20 skilled fighters.

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