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.

tension, aside from the Xanthos family, the six major influential

Deephaven, placing their people in each. Paul

effective, all six departments had

just three seconds of hesitation, Paul dared not

all in

on the second floor, Daniel Foster in the epidemic

and locations of I the

know. I hope you..." Alexander could not be bothered to deal with him. He simply grabbed the approval documents and, turning around, strode

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.

the Market Inspection Office, five middle-aged men

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

the loss