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.

you’d kill a woman? What does that

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

wild, desperate. “I’m a woman! You

Sacco family is my kin. Kill Owen and me, and

families. They will never let this

slowly, a shadow of doubt crossing

“Women can’t be killed?”

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of War, commander of the

adversaries

was as callous and deadly as a

to

you’re gone, your bodies will be returned

Alice, looking down with a

they’re history. It they’re foolish enough to come. after

drag the whole Sacco family

the Sunhaven Sacco bunch? They wouldn’t

he gestured with

him, the Redwine family’s bodyguards, eyes red with rage,

spikes, and rubber clubs, channeling all their strength

assault on

of the impact was sickening–two heads shattered instantly. Owen’s

were cut short as their bodies convulsed and then

moving

one–armed man known as Golden Wolf, his voice

Redwines–if they’re itching for revenge for

turned

“Alexander!”

the remains of his arm, watched

flashing with an intensity that grew by

night, deep in the territory of the Redwine

somber gravity.

disaster. The Redwine heirs had crossed Alexander,

for it.

Wolf, his shoulder bound in a makeshift sling, knelt before the family

defeat. “Alexander’s power is beyond

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