His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0268 +15 BONOS The Four Envoys and Sam sprung into action.

It was like a whirlwind sweeping across flat ground, the entire corridor overwhelmed by a strong gust. Their figures were impossible to discem with the naked eye, resembling five phantom images that instantly rushed to the front of George and the others.

Five grandmasters, murderous intent soaring.

The forces of their punches and kicks were beyond belief, appearing deceptively casual but possessing boundless power. It was like unyielding steel pillars capable of crushing anything, mercilessly slamming toward the heads of George and his companions.

“We fight!” George roared and wielded his mountain-cutting knife, confronting the Tyrant of the East's fist, but- The blade shattered! The alloy material of the mountain-cutting knife, like fragile paper, was easily torn apart by the Tyrant of the East’s punch. The subsequent force hardly weakened at all, solidly crashing into George's chest.

“Ahh!” George screamed in agony, blood spraying from his mouth. He flew backward, knocking over the bodyguards behind him. They continued to spew blood, completely losing their fighting capacity.

Luca and the frontline security guards also suffered severe blows. With a single move, the other three chief disciples and Sam repelled them, causing their chests to cave in, breaking numerous ribs. They lay on the ground, unable to get up.

a glance, the victor was

were not for their long-term endurance training, robust physique, and sturdy bones, their injuries would not be as simple as severe. They would

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s out you're just like wax guns-looks good but useless!” At the entrance to the presidential suite, Bella, with half of her ten white and delicate fingers already adorned with nail polish, glanced indifferently at George. She spoke softly. “Not dead yet, are you? Your bones are quite tough! “Now that you've kept one life, cherish it! George, prostrate yourself before me. Keep doing it until I'm satisfied, and the words I said earlier still stand. Once I take over New Chesire Group, I'll reserve the position of general manager for you!”

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another nail. The corner of her eye swept over George and the others. With a light chuckle, she said, “Since you like to laugh, I'll let you laugh

him up! Make him suffer, but make him keep that smile forever!” Beside her, the Tyrant of the East sneered and got to George. He opened his right hand and

shattered the left side of George's face, tearing muscles and skin instantly. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. If George had not clenched

last nail, blew a gentle breath in front of her lips, and admired her masterpiece with satisfaction. She giggled and said, “My nails are done. The game should be