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.

Alexander. With a swift step, he moved to protect Amber and Coral, placing them behind him. His hands traced an arc in

The Remote Strike.

Alexander's mystical Remote Strike, precise as a homing missile, left Amber and Coral

piercing the air as they crashed to

The middle-aged stall owner was petrified, his lips quivering uncontrollably as he stuttered,

form. He was genuinely terrified, his words I jumbled

legs twitching wildly, and a warm wetness spread in his pants. He had

away, signaling our tour guide. Are you two working together?" A buzz filled the stall owner's head. He glanced instinctively at Carson among the crowd, his words faltering, "No, no, that's not—I..." In a flash, Alexander's face was impassive, and he disappeared from where he stood, reappearing in an instant before Carson, grabbing his collar and hurling him to the ground with

and bouncing on the ground, ending up right at the stall

his original spot in a blink, his

off the bus. Did you really

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

in cahoots with local merchants, fleecing tourists left and right. With

of a comic book, a one-man army. More than 30 goons swarmed him,

flick of his wrist, they were airborne! What kind of superhuman was that? Did people like that even exist? He was like a character straight out of a fantasy ! "Kane, you...don't get too cocky!" Carson, flat on the 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