Chapter 0400

In the hotel corridor, a gruesome scene unfolded as blood and gore splattered everywhere.

The first bodyguard’s move was the signal, and the rest followed suit without a second thought.

One snatched up a sinister–looking black spike, another brandished a rubber baton. Together, they

unleashed a frenzy of violence on Owen and Alice.

They were out for blood.

“No, no, stop!”

Owen, soaked in his own blood, writhed and screamed on the ground. His wounds were gaping. some

so deep his bones were laid bare. He sobbed until his voice broke.

“Alexander, please, I’m begging you, let me go! I’ll head back up North this instant and never step foot

in Zabaleta again, I swear on my life!

“Please, don’t kill me, I’m begging you! I’m the Redwine family’s second son. If you kill me, you’re

going to regret it, I promise you that!”

His pleas fell on deaf ears.

Alexander stood there, his gaze lowered as if the carnage before him was nothing new. His face. was a

mask of indifference.

He was the Lord of War, accustomed to fields strewn with the dead, rivers of blood, mountains of

bones. That was nothing.

What was the Redwine family of the North to the Lord of War? Mere dust.

They had dared to cross Wanda. In doing so, they had crossed the New Chesire Group. Their fate was

sealed from that moment–a dead end.

kill a woman? What

in a pool of blood on the corridor’s plush carpet, barely alive after the

desperate. “I’m a woman! You can’t do this to

is my kin. Kill Owen and

Redwine families. They will never let this

shook his head slowly, a shadow of doubt crossing

“Women can’t be killed?”

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formidable Lord of War, commander of

of female adversaries on

and deadly as a serpent’s,

had to be taken

bodies will be returned

looking down with a detached composure. “The Redwine

mere flick of my wrist and they’re history. It they’re foolish

whole Sacco family

Sunhaven Sacco bunch? They wouldn’t

final words, he gestured with a casual

family’s bodyguards, eyes red

their fury with long swords, spikes, and rubber clubs, channeling

relentless assault on Owen and

sickening–two

as their bodies convulsed and then went eerily

moving the bodies is

known as Golden Wolf,

a message to the Redwines–if they’re itching for

he turned on his

“Alexander!”

the remains of his arm, watched Alexander’s retreating figure. The

his mind, his eyes flashing with

of the Redwine

somber gravity.

a disaster. The Redwine heirs

for it.

a makeshift sling,

voice heavy with defeat. “Alexander’s power is

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