Chapter 0142

“You’re Tommy Lind? The boss of this club7”

Alexander ignored everyone else. He stared at Tommy intently and said coldly, I’m not going to waste

my breath or time. Hand over my wife and daughter! Don’t ever doubt my power. I could kill you as

easily as slaughtering a chicken!”

Everyone gasped. Their eyes widened in disbelief.

How could Alexander equate killing Tommy to slaughtering a chicken? Did he lose his mind? Did he

know that he was in Woolpackton? Not a small town like Ol‘ Mare?

Tommy Lind was the king of the underworld of Woolpackton!

“You’ve hurt my son, and now you claim you want to kill me?” At that moment,

Tommy had already walked over to his son.

He bent down to check on his son’s injury before looking at Alexander with a

murderous gaze.

“Okay, then. I wanted to deal with you after the auction, but since you’re so eager to

die, I’ll give you what you want!”

Tommy yelled at the stage, “Mister Posey, I’d like to ask you for a favor. Alexander

Kane must die today!”

Almost all the guests stood up and looked at the stage excitedly at the mention of

Mister Posey.

number one in the underworld of Woolpackton.

his income to

that Mister Posey was Tommy’s final card up his

was alive and kicking, no one

be too cocky, boy.” An old man came on stage with his

like he was in

was really skinny. His eyes were rather milky as well, yet they

15 BONUS

His even steps, however, seemed to

he walked. Chills tan down people’s

yet you’re still a lapdog!” Alexander’s gaze narrowed.

handed them to Tommy Lind to be

Winston for me

is running thin. This is

his hand behind his

Alexander

him.

his arms

Crack! Crack!

His knuckles cracked.

hands were like the talons of a hawk. His nails glowed a

ancient manuals. The skin on his hand was

blackened. It was a terrifying

wife or daughter, or whoever

know is that

cause any trouble!”

lapdog, didn’t you? I’ll make you understand

a price

savage hawk, his talons aimed

a

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255