His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0557 The Zadra family's hired killer was-a master of stealth with unfathomable I methods.

I Ashadowy figure crouched by the chandelier, nestled among the streamers high above the Johansson Grand Hotel lobby and beneath the grandeur of the 12-meter dome. He surveyed the scene below, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

His target was in sight.

He clutched a sleek dart in his right hand and tied a black band around his wrist with the number eight emblazoned on it.

His gaze was focused on Caleb, who had just entered the hall. The grip on his dart tightened, and his wrist shook with anticipation.

However, right when he was about to strike...

wy Te eur "Number eight? That symbol seem familiar." A voice, tinged with amusement, entered the assassin's ear from behind. "Unless I'm mistaken, you belong to the northern hidden supreme grand martial sect and I are adisciple of the Eight-Armed Guardian.

"Does the Eight-Armed Guardian know you are on the Zadra family's payroll?" The assassin's heart skipped a beat, and he spun around instinctively, only to come face-to-face with the young man floating behind him, his eyes narrowing in recognition.

The talk of the north, the Zadra family's primary

Alexander dangled

lips. "Who is on Franklin's hit list today? Caleb? "Do you think Franklin will kill you if you fail this job? Relax; your secret is safe with me. You're after Caleb, right? Go ahead and show me what

if you can draw Caleb's blood." The assassin's face was a mask of confusion. "Wait, aren't you Caleb's kid? You want him dead?" Alexander's gaze drifted lazily across the lobby, taking in

He flicked his hand dismissively at the assassin, his voice as cold as ice. "Don't dawdle. Take your shot.

lips twitched, and his grip on the dart tightened. It struck him

that day, whether Caleb lived or died, his fate was predetermined. Neither Alexander nor Franklin would let

after Caleb's life, but Alexander

and blowing the master's cover wide open. Once that dart flew, whether Caleb was hit or not made no

the stuff of

That's ruthless,

move. With a quic} flick of his wrist, the sleek dart sliced