His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0256

‘As good as dead’?

The moment Alexander’s challenge hit the air, Leandro laughed maniacally, wild and unrestrained.

There he stood, the proud second son of the Jackman dynasty, not even thirty and already ranked

eighty-third among the Chart of Fighters.

Even the seasoned fighters of the northern realms felt small in his shadow. Since his youth, he had

been the

golden boy, one of the mightiest in his powerful clan.

The Jackman family was a northern powerhouse thanks to bruisers like him and, of course, his own

iron-fisted

ways.

“It’s been ages since anyone’s had the guts to talk big in front of me!”

Leandro’s laughter faded, and he eyed Alexander with a sneer. “So, I hear you’re the one who took

down the Ellis family and brought the Hart dynasty to its knees?

“Let me clue you in: Next to my Jackman family, those families are small fry, not even worth

mentioning!

“Think you can mess with the Ellis and Harts and then step to the Jackman family? You’re dreaming!

And it’s

not just you-even the mighty New Chesire Group is just a bug waiting to be squashed under the

Jackman

boot!”

Alexander just shook his head, slow and deliberate.

There was no point in wasting more words on the so-called ‘second

had

chance and

you’re out of the picture, Ol’ Mare, Woolpackton, Tormora-all those underground rackets

mine for

the taking!”

Alexander’s nonchalant shake, Leandro’s smirk grew wider, his hands a

strike. “You first. Then tomorrow, Amber… But before she dies, I’ll have to indulge

beauty.

wait to savor that,” he cackled

that, he lunged forward, ready to

of Fighters, a force more

of an eye, as he launched his attack, his figure turned hazy, his right

to grip an invisible force, creating a sharp, metallic

Quicker than a flash.

might as well have

with a brilliant, metallic shine. With a speed

with a claw-like blow.

eighty-third? Nothing

remained unshaken, his right thumb leisurely rising, lightly pressing

Leandro’s

1/3

to the eye, yet swift beyond measure.

but

masterstroke, a delayed action that preempted

shattering the whole.

the onlookers, Alexander’s finger was like a pre-set trap.

clash was like metal on metal, a chilling sound that echoed the

hiss, and blood flew

than any ordinary metal, was impaled by Alexander’s lone

blood

in a gruesome spectacle that covered his

“Bro. Brother!”

Matthew, previously menacing, then stared with eyes

The Jackman family’s three bodyguards, and even Asher behind

pounded as if they