His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0400 In the hotel corridor, a gruesscene unfolded as blood and gore splattered everywhere. The first bodyguard’s move was the signal, and the rest followed suit without a second thought.

One snatched up a sinister—looking black spike, another brandished a rubber baton. Together, they unleashed a frenzy of violence on Owen and Alice.

They were out for blood. “No, no, stop!”

Owen, soaked in his own blood, writhed and screamed on the ground. His wounds were gaping. sso deep his bones were laid bare. He sobbed until his voice broke.

“Alexander, please, I’m begging you, letgo! I'll head back up North this instant and never step foot in Zabaleta again, | swear on my life!

“Please, don’t kill me, I’m begging you! I’m the Redwine family’s second son. If you kill me, you’re

going to regret it, | promise you that!”

His pleas fell on deaf ears.

Alexander stood there, his gaze lowered as if the carnage before him was nothing new. His face. was a mask of indifference. He was the Lord of War, accustomed to fields strewn with the dead, rivers of blood, mountains of

bones. That was nothing.

What was the Redwine family of the North to the Lord of War? Mere dust.

They had dared to cross Wanda. In doing so, they had crossed the New Chesire Group. Their fate was sealed from that moment-a dead end.

“Alexander, you’d kill a woman? What does that make you?”

Alice lay in a pool of blood on the corridor’s plush carpet, barely alive after the brutal beating. Her screams were wild, desperate. “lm a woman! You can’t do this to me!

“The Sunhaven Sacco family is my kin. Kill Owen and me, and you make enemies of both the Sacco and Redwine families. They will never let this slide, never!”

Alexander shook his head slowly, a shadow of doubt crossing his face.

“Women can't be killed?”

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As the world’s most formidable Lord of War, commander of the Alex Legion, he had taken down his fair share of female adversaries on the battlefield.

If someone’s heart was as callous and deadly as a serpent’s, they did not even count as human. They had to be taken out. “Once you’re gone, your bodies will be returned to the north.”

He towered above Owen and Alice, looking down with a detached composure. “The Redwine family is nothing—a mere flick of my wrist and they're history. It they're foolish enough to come. after me. | won't hesitate to drag the whole Sacco family down with you.

“And the Sunhaven Sacco bunch? They wouldn’t dare, With those final words, he gestured with a casual flick of his wrist.

Behind him, the Redwine family’s bodyguards, eyes red with rage, needed no further encouragement. They unleashed their fury with long swords, spikes, and rubber clubs, channeling all their strength into a relentless assault on Owen and Alice’s heads.

The sound of the impact was sickening-two heads shattered instantly. Owen’s cries and Alice’s screams were cut short as their bodies convulsed and then went eerily still.

“The job of moving the bodies is yours.”

Alexander turned to face the one-armed man known as Golden Wolf, his voice devold of emotion. Pass a message to the Redwines-if they’re itching for revenge for Owen, I’m right here.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned on his heel and walked away. “Alexander!”

The Golden Wolf, gripping the remains of his arm, watched Alexander’s retreating figure. The nechoed in his mind, his eyes flashing with an intensity that grew by the second.

The following night, deep in the territory of the Redwine family in the north, the air was thick with a somber gravity. The concert had been a disaster. The Redwine heirs had crossed Alexander, and they paid dearly for it.

Golden Wolf, his shoulder bound in a makeshift sling, knelt before the family head. He recounted. the fiasco, his voice heavy with defeat. “Alexander’s power is beyond our grasp. I’ve falled you.”

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He withdrew a worn token from his jacket—-a symbol of the Envoys—and laid it reverently on the ground. “I’m broken now, useless to the family. Think carefully about seeking vengeance.”

With those final words, he staggered to his feet and walked away, the weight of many eyes upon

him.

“Worthless, all of them!” Vince Redwine’s fury filled the room long after Golden Wolf had vanished. His family’s name, once whispered with respect, was then a joke among the nobility.

The Jackman family, a pillar among the elite, had fallen, leaving a void that lesser families scrambled to fill. However, the Redwines were just one of many, and their path to power lay in

conquest. The Campbells and the Ledgers had all crumbled. Zabaleta was ripe for the taking.

However, Owen’s mission with the Envoys had been a spectacular failure. Not only had they cback empty-handed, but they also lost Owen himself. The Redwines were the laughingstock of the nobility, and once word got out, their rivals would revel in their downfall.

“Alexander's power is a mystery,” the elder son mused, “and father won't make a move until we know more.”

Amid the bustling crowd, Dallas Redwine, the Redwine family’s eldest, stole a glance at his younger brother and thought to himself, ‘Now that the second is gone, the only one left to challengefor the head of the family is this good—for—nothing third brother. As for him...”

Meanwhile, Frank Redwine, the third in line, was eyeing his big brother with a calculating gaze. A wild idea was taking shape in his mind, impossible to suppress.

To seize the family’s reins, perhaps he could lean on Alexander's influence. Still, there was no need to hurry.

No rush at all.