His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0646 The man hit the ground hard, and Alexander's words hung in the air like steel. The shops, the stalls, the tourists—all fell into a deathly hush.

Eyes were glued to Alexander's hand, then to the red mark on the man's cheek, to the blood and broken teeth spilling from his lips...

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

It was sudden, shocking, and utterly unexpected.

Moments before, it seemed to everyone that the trio—one man and two women—who refused to buy the necklace were about to face a major setback. However, in an astonishing twist, the man lashed out with a fearless slap that sent the suited man soaring through the air.

Strength was not lacking, but there on Coconut Wind Island, those folks were no easy targets.

"You think you can cause trouble here, kid?!" The stall owner, taken aback at first, quickly turned menacing. He jabbed a finger at Alexander's nose and roared, "Come on, guys, do not just stand there. Let's take him down! Cut this guy to pieces, and keep the girls—we'll bring them to the boss!" With a rustling surge, more than 20 men in suits lunged from all sides, brandishing rubber clubs, daggers, and sabers at Alexander's head,

intent on taking him down right there and then.

Then there were Amber and Coral.

In the nearby crowd, a handful of men in suits crept closer to the two women without drawing attention. Once they were within striking distance, they pounced, ready to snatch them away.

challenge for Alexander. With a swift step, he moved to protect Amber and Coral, placing them behind him. His hands traced an arc in the air and, with a subtle tremor,

The Remote Strike.

Alexander's mystical Remote Strike, precise as a

air as they crashed to the ground. Blood spilled from their mouths as they

petrified, his lips quivering uncontrollably as he

form. He was genuinely terrified, his words I

shaking from head to toe, his legs twitching wildly,

owner. "You tried to rip me off, your eyes darting around. When I refused to buy the necklace, you quickly looked away, signaling our tour guide. Are you two working together?" A buzz filled the stall owner's head. He glanced instinctively at

a ragdoll, tumbling and bouncing on the ground, ending up right at the

back in his original spot in a blink, his voice

tailing us since we got off the bus. Did you really think

this vendor, trying to strong-arm us into a sale— where do you get the nerve? Out with

a gig at the Spring Sunshine Travel Agency, he had been in cahoots with local merchants, fleecing tourists left and right. With the shadowy backing of Coconut Wind Island's

something out of a comic book, a one-man army. More than 30

ground, struggled mightily before he finally managed to push himself up. Shaking, he pointed at Alexander and the two women, his teeth rattling like a pair of dice in a cup. "You might be tough, but you can't keep those two ladies safe forever. We've got more than enough muscle on this island! "Our boss from Spring Sunshine, Wasyl Jurgensen, is here on the island as we speak! He's a heavy hitter from Wyverna Ol' Mare's underworld, used