His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0618

Run.

It was not just Darius' idea alone!

"Mister Kane, you've really stirred up a hornet's nest this time!" Darius' words had barely faded when a large group of miners all crowded around, their faces filled with indescribable anxiety. "Mister Kane, we know you're tough, but we're outnumbered. Even the bravest can't stand against so many!

"Back when Vinicent was the general manager, he told us that the Walbeer family has several martial arts masters, the most formidable being a Grandmaster of energy transformation!

"We might not know what a Grandmaster of energy transformation means, but Vinicent said that someone like that could shatter rocks with a single punch, even pierce through half-meter-thick iron!"

A Grandmaster of energy transformation? Was that really powerful?

Alexander looked at the lovable group of miners with a faint smile.

To ordinary folks, martial artists at the Grandmaster level were naturally beyond reach, but within the Temple of War, there were a total of 108 Generals, each one a Grandmaster. The nine Barons of War were even above Grandmasters; they were dominant strength supreme grand martials!

As for the four Dukes of War, each one had reached the level of spirit energy Martial Overlord, super strong individuals capable of dominating a region and guarding the borders of the country.

"I appreciate everyone's concern,' Alexander said with a smile, addressing the miners before him. 'As I've said before, no one should underestimate you, nor should they underestimate Wafford Mining Corporation, or the Chesire Group. And that includes the Walbeer family."

What confidence he exuded. It was not baseless arrogance but an undeniable fact.

"But..." The miners looked at Alexander, so resolute, and then at the empty entrance to the mine, their worries growing thicker by the moment. They sighed.

With the time they had, Jonathan must have contacted the Walbeer family. Should they arrive, what would Mister Kane do?

Meanwhile, in the Walbeer family convoy...

"Mister Walbeer Senior!"

The convoy came to a slow halt at the entrance to the highway. Jonathan sat in the back of the bulletproof Mercedes, holding a cellphone, his eyes bloodshot. 'Please give the order for all the family's enforcers to come and support. I'm going to slaughter Wafford Mining Corporation and wipe out everyone in the Ninth Mining Zone!" He was truly furious.

Losing face in front of those lowly miners was more unbearable than being killed. Alexander and the man who slapped them must die, and those miners should not expect to live either.

"Oh?" At this moment, in the Sullivan Town's Walbeer family Manor, Mister Walbeer Senior, Thorin Walbeer, lay on the rattan master chair in the courtyard, holding a plastic elderly phone in his hand. His cloudy eyes showed no sign of emotion. "Jonathan, don't be in a hurry. Take your time to explain. I'll naturally defend your honor."

He was the Walbeer family's backbone, with a mindset as steady as a mountain, showing no emotions of joy or anger.

Only Walbeer family members knew that the calmer the old master, the more astonishing his anger. He doted on his only grandson incomparably, even more than his own son.

"Grandpa, I was beaten!" Jonathan's voice was hoarse, his anger boiling like molten lava. "Just now, at the Wafford Mining Corporation Ninth Mining Zone, the son-in-law of the New Chesire Group, Alexander..."

He recounted the earlier events in detail, then roared madly, "Grandpa, I want to kill Alexander and make him pay with his blood!

"The Walbeer family must not be humiliated. We're the masters of the Northwest! We have the Redwine family as our backer, and we will return to the North sooner or later. This is the most crucial step for us in the Northwest. We must seize the graphite mine of the Wafford Mining Corporation!"

The Redwine family...

Thorin slowly sat up from the recliner, catching every bit of information Jonathan revealed. His eyes narrowed slowly. "Jonathan, you said he's very familiar with the situation in the North and knows the Redwine family very well? And...his surname is Kane?"

Kane? What does that have to do with anything?

In the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, Jonathan gritted his teeth tightly, his face full of madness. 'Grandpa, no matter what his surname is, I must kill him today. I can't swallow this anger. He didn't hit me, he hit the face of our Walbeer family!"

Thorin fell silent for a moment, nodding inwardly.

Although this grandson was a bit unruly, he still knew how to uphold the dignity of the Walbeer family. This man called Alexander was too arrogant. Indeed, the Walbeer family must punish him severely.

Jonathan, calm down." He held the phone, his old face unusually serious. "I will support you in this, but before that, certain things must be confirmed. Wait where you are, don't go anywhere, wait for my call."Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Without waiting for Jonathan's reply, he hung up the phone.

"Ah, Grandpa..." Jonathan called out several times in succession, hearing the beeps coming from the phone.

He threw the phone onto the seat and turned to look at Tiego beside him, his face full of determination. "Tiego, inform those assassins we've trained to get ready! Whether or not Grandpa wants to send out the family's elite, I'll make sure Alexander doesn't see the sun tomorrow!"