His Lordship Alexander Kane

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It took less than 30 minutes for the patriarchs of the Fabio and Jentsch families to arrive, their

faces etched with gravity.

Among the northern tycoons, the Fablos and Jentsches were staunch allies of the Redwine family.

Dallas might have been a young gun in the Redwine family, but everyone knew he was the heir

apparent. His call to arms was not to be taken lightly.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” Dallas said, locking eyes with the two family heads. “We’re all on the

same side here, so I’ll spare you the small talk. We’re here for one reason–to take Zabaleta and

claim Ol‘ Mare for ourselves.”

Zabaleta, the crown jewel of the southeast, was a port city overflowing with resources. Ol‘ Mare,

straddling the vital territories of Aaronson and Sunhaven, was a prize worth fighting for.

Taking down Zabaleta and Ol‘ Mare would have meant they had the southeast in their pocket. The

Redwine family would have shot straight to the top, giving those northern big shots a run for their

money!

“The real thorn in our side at Ol‘ Mare is Alexander. As for Zabaleta, it’s the Saunders family…”

Wido Jentsch, head honcho of the Jentsch family, and Gibson Fabio, the big guy from the Fabio

family, locked eyes before Gibson leaned in and murmured, “We can handle the Saunders bunch,

Alexander’s a different story. Got any tricks up your sleeve? We’re all

on us.”

low chuckle, “No tricks, no

What?!

were floored, their

for a double takedown of Zabaleta and Ol‘ Mare? That was

really need a game plan with our families‘ muscles to take on Alexander and

the worry written all over their

it’s like a heavyweight champ stepping into the ring

like squashing bugs–why overthink it? We

and it’s game

eyes

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Saunders family was the top dog, but up north,

and Fabio families made the Saunders look Eke small fry. Even with

some as Of Mare, in the mix, they could

were all about raw power, unbeatable in a

little bro didn’t think before he leaped

top–notch Envoys.” Dallas said with

fingers, a smug look on his face. “However, the roots

scratched. This time around, we’re bringing

from the north!”

The Quickle brothers?

floored, their faces a picture

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down any run–of–the–mill supreme grand martial Their fearsome