His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0439

Bulldozers roared along the rugged village road in Fighter Valley, the gravel surface of the road rustling

and shaking, the bricks of the houses on either side of the road shaking.

Most of the houses in the mountain village were built of red brick. Tom’s house had been built decades

before. The gray earthen wall of his small courtyard was built with stone and mud. Most of the structure

of the walls had been shaken off a lot of dust and ash before the bulldozers

arrived.

“Stop! Don’t do it!” A large group of villagers shouted at the bulldozer from outside the yard,”

Tom’s not home, and his wife is blind. You can’t run down his house like this!”

“Even if you want to level his land, at least wait for Tom to come back and get his wife out of the house!

You’re killing people; you’ll go to jail!”

In the bulldozer cab, Jacob fiercely gripped the joysticks. “Scram! Get out of my way, or don’t

blame me for being ruthless. You deserve to die!”

The bulldozer was like an unstoppable steel monster crushing the villagers in front of it.

The well–meaning villagers were too afraid to fight the bulldozer, so they quickly moved aside

before the bulldozer drove right through them, aiming for Tom’s yard.

Just as it was about to hit the yard wall, someone quickly appeared, almost out of nowhere.

from the intersection on the road to the village, instantly appearing in

It looked as if the figure casually slapped

the bulldozer.

light slap, but it was enough

noises, its body twisted

forward momentum.

body, and the

horsepower froze.

was scared to death and jerked his head back at

bulldozer. “What are you waiting for? Don’t we

on!”

or so punks were terrified. They had made a name for

met a handful of vital energy

or four ordinary

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smash a bulldozer with

their

it! What have I been feeding you for? When it comes to the crunch, you just chicken

He jumped out of the bulldozer’s cab, grabbing at his

powerful because you know martial arts or something?

you can

drew a small black pistol from his waist, aimed it

immediately pulled the trigger.

“Are you Tyler?” He stared into

the group of punks behind him. “The tourism development project is

under you?”

remained on the trigger. “Of course. You’re a foreigner, so

to see Tyler, try again in your next life! If