His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0255

As the story unfolded, time marched relentlessly on.

Outside Jackman’s Pharma, Matthew lay in a pool of his own blood. The gashes from Alexander’s

lethal cash

no longer bled, but his breaths were shallow and desperate.

Nearby, one of his four bodyguards was down to his last breaths too, his head a gruesome mess from

Alexander’s handiwork, flies buzzing in a frenzy that sent shivers down his spine.

“Kid, you…” Despite his fading strength, Matthew’s glare was murderous. “Don’t get cocky. My big

brother is on his way, and he’s a beast. Ranked eighty-three in the Chart of Fighters, he’ll take you out

with ease!

“To insult the Jackman family is to sign your death warrant. Even if you’re tough as nails, you’re a dead

man walking!”

Alexander stood a stone’s throw away indifferently, and he looked at Matthew like he was already a

goner.

To the average Joe, Matthew was untouchable royalty, the Jackman family’s golden boy. To Alexander,

the War Temple’s top dog, he was just another bug to squash.

The screech of tires ripped through the silence.

A sleek Maserati skidded to a halt in the plaza, and out stepped a smirking Leandro in his fancy Croc

shoes. He sauntered over.

Each step was measured, a perfect rhythm. He walked like a man charging up for battle, his presence

alone

enough to make even the toughest fighters think twice.

Ranked eighty-three and not to be messed with, Leandro was a force of nature.

“Big bro!” Matthew’s eyes sparkled with hope as he watched his savior stride closer.

He pointed at Alexander with a wild look in his eyes, screaming, “Don’t bother talking, just kill him! He

had the

nerve to hurt me like this, to insult the Jackman family, he’s got to pay with his life!”

Leandro did not even bother to look at his disgrace of a brother. He stopped a few yards away from

Alexander with a sinister smirk. “So you’re the one stirring up trouble at the drug factory, huh?”

Alexander’s face remained impassive as he calmly stated, “Compensation.”

Compensation?

“I don’t waste my time on nobodies.”

Leandro casually rotated his wrist, the smirk growing more pronounced. “Ever since I made the Chart

of Fighters, it’s been ages since I’ve had to lift a finger. You must be pretty skilled to hurt people with

cash, definitely at the peak of energy transformation… Ha, the thought of taking down a top-tier

Grandmaster myself? I’ve got to admit, it’s kind of thrilling.”

Alexander let out a slow breath, shaking his head with a wry smile. “You…”

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Before he could finish, Asher next to him had gone ghostly white, shaking like a leaf in the face of

Leandro’s

overwhelming presence.

“Alex!”

Asher gripped Alexander’s arm, quivering. “Let’s just drop it, okay? We’ll head back to the village. You

can explain to Amber, and we won’t drag you into our village mess anymore. The Jackman family from

up north…

are out of our league.”

As he spoke, he tried to pull Alexander away, aiming to retreat to the Chesire family grounds.

Alex? Amber?

Leandro’s ears perked up, his eyes lighting up with recognition. “Oh! So you’re the guy Amber married,

the

washed-up soldier, Alexander?”

Alexander stood firm as if his feet were planted in the earth, unyielding to Asher’s desperate pulling.

Looking straight at Leandro, he smiled and said, “So you knew it was me. What’s it to you?”

“Well, if it’s you, that makes things easier!”

Leandro clasped his hands together, his knuckles popping loudly as a visible swirl of white energy

surged

around his fingertips. “I was going to have a little talk with Amber, convince her to hand over New

Chesire

Group without a fuss. Looks like I can skip that now,” he remarked arrogantly.

With those words, he whipped his right hand out, sending five razor-sharp inner power slicing through

the air,

effortlessly blasting apart the metal sliding gate of the drug factory yards away.

A calculated smirk spread across his face as he said, “Get Amber on the phone. Tell her to get the

transfer

papers ready and bring them to me herself. Otherwise, she and the Chesire family will end up just like

that

gate!”

Alexander chuckled.

The outward projection of energy transformation was the exclusive symbol of elite fighters on the chart.

It signified that these formidable fighters possessed long-range attack capabilities, with firepower

rivaling that of standard small-caliber firearms.

Take, for example, the warriors under the Lord of War Temple-each of the 108 battle-tested individuals

wielded such abilities. However, due to their military status, they did not enter the ranking on the Chart

of Fighters, and their identities were kept strictly confidential, unknown to the general public.

If one were to rank them, though…

Even the least powerful among these fighters could effortlessly defeat the so-called number one on the

Chart of Fighters.

“Though it might be in vain, I still feel compelled to offer you a word of advice,” said Alexander.

He gazed at Leandro, his smile barely there. “Opportunities don’t come knocking every day. Miss this

one, and you’ll live to regret it.

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“Before you act, consider this your final chance. Compensate the villagers of the Chesire estate fairly,

and I’ll let you live. Just make sure you never set foot in Ol’ Mare again.

“If you’re set on coming at me, I’ve got some bad news for you, buddy-you’re as good as dead!”