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.

a woman? What

lay in a pool of blood on the corridor’s plush carpet,

desperate. “I’m a woman!

my kin. Kill Owen and me, and

will never let

a shadow of

“Women can’t be killed?”

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War, commander of the Alex Legion,

of female adversaries on the

deadly as

to be

gone, your bodies will be returned to the

towered above Owen and Alice, looking down with

wrist and they’re history. It they’re foolish

the whole Sacco

the Sunhaven Sacco bunch? They

with a casual flick of his

the Redwine family’s bodyguards, eyes

fury with long swords, spikes, and

relentless assault on Owen and

was sickening–two heads shattered instantly. Owen’s cries

were cut short as their bodies convulsed and then

of moving the bodies is

the one–armed man known as Golden

a message to the Redwines–if they’re itching

for a reply, he turned on his heel and

“Alexander!”

Wolf, gripping the remains of his arm, watched Alexander’s

in his mind, his eyes flashing with an intensity that grew by the

deep in the territory of the Redwine

somber gravity.

Redwine heirs had crossed

for it.

in a makeshift sling, knelt before the family

voice heavy with defeat. “Alexander’s power is beyond our grasp. I’ve

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