His Lordship Alexander Kane

“| don’t feel good troubling you again, Nick.” Neil watched on at the side, sipping his tea. “I'll think of something for my problem. You don’t have to return the money | gave you previously,” he added sarcastically.

Nick turned to look at him. He clenched his fists even tighter.

Losing a limb or two, or even their life, was something to be expected when one worked in the underground scene. Being humiliated,

however, was a taboo. Who else would hire them in the future? He would not be able to continue living in Ol’ Mare! “Everyone knows of my solid reputation in Ol’ Mare. Finishing up the job after receiving the money is the rule!”

Nick looked at Neil scornfully as rage sizzled within him. He punched the wall. “Order! Gather up all our men and get ready. We leave

tomorrow morning!” Neil's gaze gleamed smugly when he saw how furious Nick was. ‘Alexander, Amber, you're both done for!’

The next morning, Alexander had Amber take Susanne shopping. He then drove the Porsche alone to the construction site and parked at

the makeshift parking lot.

It was seven in the morning when Alexander’s expression shifted. His eyes held a knowing twinkle in them as he smirked. As expected, they came.

About eight vans came rushing in his direction. A group of men rushed over to the construction site.

The largest man, who walked ahead of them, had a panther tattoo on his body. He had a machete in his hand.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

It was Nick Panther.

“Stand right there!” Ray, who used to be at odds with Alexander, stood by the intersection at the construction site with a group of George’s

elite team of men. He sneered at Nick. “You've been a bad child, Nick Panther. Where are your manners?”

“Fuck you!” Nick pointed his machete at Ray's nose and said through gritted teeth, “Who the hell do you think you are? You're just George Severn’s lapdog. How dare you talk to me that way!”

With a wave of his machete, about 40 to 50 thugs charged toward them with war cries. Ray cackled. With a wave of his hand, he called out, “Come out, everyone!”

Agroup of about 150 burly men rushed out from the temporary shed. It was obvious they were greater in number compared to Nick’s army.

Nick’s expression turned ugly. Ray sneered at him and patted his own head provocatively. “Come on, then! Hit me! Hit me to death!” “You...” Nick was utterly infuriated. He was grinding on his teeth so harshly that they almost crushed to pieces.

He was outnumbered. Ray had too many men, and Nick knew he could not put a dent in their power. He might even be killed if he were to go up against them, which would be pointless.

That bastard, Neil Chesire, caused him so much trouble this time. His solid reputation in Ol’ Mare was ruined because of him!

“You watch yourself, George Severn! I’ve got a bone to pick with you!” Nick glared at Ray, but he was berating George. “I'll back down today, but this isn’t the end. I’ll come back!”

Nick cursed and turned around, about to get his men to leave- “Stand right there!” came a loud voice.

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At that moment, an ominous threat toomed in the air. NICK’s body stiffened and he shuddered.

“Have | said you could go?”

The stunned Nick turned back to look. However, before he could understand what he was looking at, he saw black and stumbled to the

ground.

Ray and the others, too, saw the black figure. They were bewildered. A moment later, they came to their senses and were instantly excited.

Thud! It sounded like a blunt object hitting the ground.

Acloud of dust rose, covering Alexander and Nick.

Crack!

“Ah!” Nick wailed out tragically.

As the dust settled, everyone could finally see what happened.

Alexander looked relaxed with his hands in his pockets.

Nick’s head hung low. He was supporting himself up with his hands on the ground. His legs looked like it was broken.

Alexander took two steps forward with his hands behind his back. He stepped on Nick’s head and pushed it against the ground. Right at this moment, everyone finally witnessed Alexander's ruthlessness, determination, and terrifyingly inhumane powers.