His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 569

Chapter 0569 Caleb recognized the owner of that voice, as did Yeilyn and everyone else present.

His name was etched into Kratos' bones with deep hatred! He was the uncrowned king of Ol' Mare, the abandoned son of the Kane family from 15 years ago, Chrissy and Caleb's flesh and blood, the Chesire's son-in-law —Alexander Kane! "'Stand-in? You say he's a stand-in?!" The surprise of Alexander's appearance, the joy of surviving a disaster—none of it compared to the shock of that news! Caleb and the others stared in disbelief, their voices trembling slightly as they focused on Kratos, who was not far away.

"Alexander... no, Mister Kane! "Mister Kane, is that true? What you just said? Kratos is not the true Black Maple

Master? Then, who was behind the plot to frame the Kanes 15 years ago?! 1 "And if Kratos is not Black Maple Master, then who's he?!" There were still plenty of questions.

At the top of the tree, Kratos squinted his eyes, completely ignoring Caleb and the others. He gave Alexander a cold stare.

With a hoarse, low laugh, he exclaimed, "You are that slut Chrissy's bastard son? Back then—" Bang! A meteor crashed to the ground, splattering blood in all directions! Caleb, Antonio, and even the two executors did not see it clearly.

Meanwhile, Yeilyn saw nothing at all.

Even Kratos could not react in time.

Alexander's punch from the treetop created a deep pit that was more than five meters in diameter on the ground!

of the

family's secret technique. After successfully opening the second energy vortex, he was almost as

could not withstand a single

"This... this is from the ancient martial arts left by Chrissy?" Kratos grinned bitterly, foam forming in his mouth, his gaze fixed on

punch landed on Kratos' soft I ribs, the weakest part of his body but

of War's power seeped into Kratos' body like ants gnawing at his heart! That was inhumane torture, a literal living hell. His fate was sealed as soon as he said the

at the bottom of the giant pit. Alexander had battered him, breaking his bones and snapping his tendons. There was no good part

Black Maple Organization was known for their strict rules and inhumane torture

was true terror—a scourge that reached deep into the

stopped, each strike shattering Kratos' already broken bones,

grant you an immediate end. Remain silent, and my fists will cling to you like gangrene,

terrifying!’ Caleb and the

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