His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0472 Paul's head had taken a beating, more than once. Just with that last strike, his skull cracked open under the force, and he saw stars dancing before his eyes. It felt as if Alexander was on a mission to shatter every bone in his head.

"I'll sign! I'll sign right away!" He desperately clung to the table, his legs swaying uncontrollably, devoid of any inkling of hope.

Alexander was no ordinary man. He was a devil, a tyrant, a ruthless character who knew no bounds. A lawless outlaw. The document must be signed, or death awaited.

"You could've avoided all this trouble," Alexander coldly snorted, shattering the palette in his hand. He released

Paul's head, his voice chilling, "you have one minute, don't make me wait any longer!" Paul, his head throbbing with pain, raised a hand to cover the wound on his forehead. He staggered to the back of his desk, trembling as he fumbled to retrieve the official seal from the nearby safe.

Dipping the seal in ink, stamping, signing—in less than half a minute, all the procedures were completed.

"Not so fast!" Alexander stepped forward, examining the final signature on the customs clearance document.

He snorted lightly and said, "There are six customs clearance departments, and you're just one of them. Who are the other five in charge?" Paul's body stiffened, his lips mumbled

but failed to utter a single word.

product I launch causing tension, aside from the Xanthos family, the six major influential families

departments in Deephaven, placing their people

all six departments had to sign. Otherwise,

seconds of hesitation, Paul

spoke, "They are all in different offices, on different

Cinder in the inspection office on the second floor, Daniel

locations of

looked at Alexander. "Mister Kane, I've told you everything I know. I hope you..." Alexander could not be bothered to deal with him. He simply grabbed the approval documents and, turning around, strode out of the

major wealthy families? He would beat them one by one, and

Approximately 20 minutes later.

men with bruised and swollen faces, moaned in

Alexander is I about to beat us to death!" Paul covered the wound on his head, his face

the loss