His Lordship Alexander Kane

“Were you the one who hurt my brother?” Brett glared at Alexander.

Thump! Nick’s men immediately shut the door behind him, closing Alexander inside. What an arrogant bastard.

Nick’s men looked angry. This man crippled Nick, yet he boldly walked into the Imperial Bathhouse on his own to look for Brett. He must have a death wish!

They needed to keep a tight watch on this place. After all, someone wanted to tear him into pieces.

Alexander scanned his surroundings and said calmly, “Yes, that was me. You didn’t teach your brother manners, so | had to do it.”

Brett was so furious that he gritted his teeth. “George Severn doesn’t dare to come and see me, so he sent you to die on his behalf?

Alexander laughed. He looked up and smiled ambiguously, “No one in this world can make me do things on his behalf. You, on the other

hand... If you don’t want to die, | won’t mind giving you a chance to live.” Achance?

Brett’s shock was overtaken by his boisterous laughter. This man could barely fend for his life, yet he wanted to give someone else a

chance?

“Sure, kid. Let's see how you'll give me a chance.”

Brett got up, looking hostile. His bones cracked menacingly. He raised his hand and swung his fist, aiming at Alexander's head. His eyes were so reddened, it was as if he was on steroids.

Driven by pure rage, his punch was as hard as a professional boxer. He could already imagine what Alexander looked like with a broken

neck.

“Hmph!” Alexander did not even look at him. He merely raised his hand and grabbed Brett's fist. Thud!

Brett’s punch seemed to have met with a brick wall. His punch could not propel at all!

Everyone was baffled.

This was Brett Panther, once the ruler of Ol’ Mare. He was the most vicious person to ever live! How could his punch be so easily intercepted? How strong was Alexander?

“It seems you don’t know how to appreciate chances,” Alexander said casually before he squeezed. Crack!

“Argh!” Brett wailed as the crisp sound of bones cracking was heard. He squirmed violently while trying to bite Alexander’s arm like a

lunatic. He wanted to retract his arm.

Alexander sneered before flinging Brett off and kicking him away.

Bam!

Brett flew in the air and hit against the wall behind him. His mouth was instantly filled with blood. The entire place was in dead silence. Brett's moan was extremely piercing to the ears.

Was the great Brett Panther taken down in just mere seconds?

His younger brother, Nick, had been paralyzed just two days ago. Brett had said he would make George kneel in front of him, yet this young man toppled him so easily!

“I-I'll kill you!” Brett was a fighter as well, and reputation was a matter of life and death to fighters. He had been repeatedly humiliated that he no longer wanted to endure it.

He grabbed an empty wine bottle and threw it over at Alexander VICIOUSty.

Alexander calmly shook his head and threw a kick, landing squarely on Brett's chest.

Brett could not even wail out in pain. He let out a muffled grunt and clutched his chest before falling to the ground twitching in pain.

The entire room tumed even more silent.

Outside the door, the subordinates covered their mouth, not even daring to let out a single breath.

“You've missed your chance.” Alexander looked down at Brett condescendingly. “All these years, you've had so much blood on your hands. You used your powers to do bad things. You’re considered lucky that you’re not dead.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Alexander’s gaze gleamed coldly. Brett was used to ignoring the law. Even if Alexander gave him another chance, he would still stick to his old ways. He should not be given a chance to live!

Sensing Alexander's gaze, Brett was finally afraid. He shuddered violently. “D-Don’t come over here! Y-You’re not from Ol’ Mare!” Brett twitched and retreated backward.

The expressionless Alexander approached Brett slowly. His footsteps sounded like death coming for Brett, which scared him witless.

“N-No! Don’t kill me! Guys, help me! Help me...” The other men lowered their heads. They did not even dare let out a single noise, let alone help Brett. Brett was completely in despair.

It was in mere seconds that Alexander stopped right in front of him.