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.

New Chesire Group product I launch causing tension, aside from the Xanthos family, the six

the six customs clearance departments in Deephaven, placing their people in

the approval to be effective, all six

They..." After just three seconds of hesitation, Paul dared not I

"They are all

inspection office on the second floor, Daniel Foster in the

the offices and locations of I the other five

he 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

heads appointed by the six major wealthy families? He would beat them one by one, and it would not take much

Approximately 20 minutes later.

In the Market Inspection Office, five middle-aged men with bruised and swollen faces,

did this Why did you betray us? Alexander is I about to beat us to death!" Paul covered the wound on his head, his face stained with blood, and

time, the loss was