His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0557 The Zadra family's hired killer was-a master of stealth with unfathomable I methods. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

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.

It was him! The talk of the north, the Zadra family's primary target—Alexander, the uncrowned sovereign.

Shocked to see me?" Alexander dangled effortlessly, his feet

firmly attached to the crossbeam high above the hotel lobby He looked at the assassin dressed inblack with a ghost of a smile on his 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 you've got.

Let's see 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 Caleb, Callie, Raidon, Geoff, and the other guests. Anyone could be a target, but not Caleb.

'Caleb's fate is none of my business." He flicked his hand dismissively at the assassin, his voice as cold as ice. "Don't dawdle. Take your shot. And, hey, calm

your nerves and aim straight.’ he assassin's lips twitched, and his grip on the dart tightened. It struck him like a ton of bricks.

No matter what happened that day, whether Caleb lived or died, his fate was predetermined. Neither Alexander nor Franklin would let him leave alive in that deadly game.

Franklin was after Caleb's life, but Alexander had more pressing concerns.

He intended to bait the Zadra family into revealing their true colors and blowing the master's cover wide open. Once that dart flew, whether Caleb was hit or not made no difference—the chaos in the north would begin, and that was exactly what Alexander was aiming for.

"You're the stuff of legends, Alexander.

To find the master, you'd even throw your father under the bus. That's ruthless, real ruthless," the assassin in black said, giving Alexander one last look

before making his move. With a quic} flick of his wrist, the sleek dart sliced through the air, leaving a light trail as it closed in on Caleb's throat.

In that same instant, snap! ' A sound too faint to detect.

Alexander's fingers moved subtly next to the assassin, and an unseen force wrapped around the dart, slowing it and blowing its cover.

"This is bad!" Caleb was in the hall, joking with Geoff when he felt a shiver down his spine. He swung out with a right hook, meeting the dart squarely.

Boom! The dart went spinning out of control! Caleb's punch knocked the mysterious dart off course, and it could not continue on its deadly path. It twisted through the

air before bursting apart, raining like a metal hailstorm on Raidon, who stood next to Caleb.

It was as they said—when trouble came knocking, those nearby would pay the price.

i Raidon was delicately holding a beautifully crafted flask, about to pour Caleb a drink, when he was unexpectedly showered with shards from a dart. He stood frozen, his body punctured like a sieve, and blood gushed everywhere in an instant!