His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0261

Around 7 p.m. that night, in the inner city of Briand City.

Over 500 fierce bandits gathered, some having dinner and others cradling firearms, patrolling the

streets and alleys of the inner city. Some thugs were responsible for guarding hostages-a dozen or so

merchants from various countries around the world.

“Look, everyone! Wyverna is here to pay the ransom!”

Three bandits escorted Alexander, entering the inner city and laughing heartily. “Just asked him on the

way here. He’s a son-in-law here to rescue his father-in-law, Patrick!”

A large group of thugs gathered from all directions, teasing and mocking Alexander. Some even threw

leftover food at him, laughing loudly. “What’s this? A son-in-law dares to come here? Didn’t you wet

your pants out of

fear? Haha!”

“I know, I know!” Some thugs, evidently aware of the Wyverna’s situation, joined in the mockery. “Over

there in the Wyverna, a son-in-law is just a freeloader. He has no status at home and gets scorned.

Even if you spit on

his face, he won’t dare to retort!”

The surrounding bandits burst into raucous laughter. Some pushed and shoved, others stood by

watching, surrounding Alexander as they entered the largest building.

Inside this building lived the leader of their organization, Vulture.

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Alexander forward, then

bowed to the Vulture. “He says he’s Alexander,

on a wooden chair, holding a glass

skirt adorned with the

embrace,

Who sent you? Don’t think

you

an army.

“Where’s your army? Speak!”

this, the face of a nearby bandit changed abruptly. He suddenly pulled out

the muzzle firmly against Alexander’s temple. His finger was hooked on

poised to open

fire.

faces of the two fierce

simultaneously pressing the barrels

to resist. He pretended to be full of

his head repeatedly at the Vulture. “I came alone, sir, ready to pay and bring the

money in my phone, so I can transfer it to you

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grinned and reached around the seductive woman in his arms. “Useless trash,

threats. No wonder you’re a son-in-law who came knocking on the

If this kid can’t

Patrick!”

sub-leader who spoke English. He holstered his gun at his waist and sneered

Alexander

the

:

pitch-black room, Patrick and several other Wyverna businessmen were

covered with black cloth, their backs against each

day.