NovelEnglishChapter 0308
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Apologize? To that little witch Wanda?
Marcus blinked, then let out a belly laugh, wild and unrestrained.
“Alexander, you're killing met I’m actually crying from laughing so hard, You're a riot!”
He finally got a grip, wiped the laughter tears, and gave Alexander a dismissive wave. “It’s been ages since I've had such a good laugh. Did | just do you a favor?”
“You snub the peace I’m offering. You're practically begging for a death wish!” Alexander just shook his head, chuckling.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere was a saying that the more clueless someone was, the more confident they seemed because they could not grasp the fear of the unknown. Marcus was a prexample, even worse off than a frog in a well.
A frog in a well might be clueless, but it would not end up dead. Marcus’ ignorance, on the other hand, was a one-way ticket to his downfall.
Marcus could never fathom that the man before him was not ssmall-tcrboss but the legendary Temple Lord, the undefeated, most powerful Lord of War on the planet.
“Done laughing?”
Alexander let out a sigh, his smile barely there. “If you’re not in the mood to apologize, then pick how you want to go out. | promise you, it won’t cost Regulus Windsur a thing.”
Huh?
Marcus clearly did not catch Alexander's drift. He shot him a sidelong glance, his expression twisting into something ugly. “So what's this? Are you ready to show your true colors?
“Feeling all high and mighty because your guys roughed up my crew at Ol Mare, chopped off their fingers? Big mistake!*
He gestured sharply, his voice cutting through the air, “Mister Yorgos Lacher, don’t bother with niceties. Take him down. Kill him!”
The sound of footsteps echoed.
Behind Marcus, the Ledger family’s envoy. Yorgos, an old man cloaked in darkness, began to descend the living room stairs. His every step seemed to root to the floor, pulling at sunseen power.
He had the kind of presence that only the suprgrand martial possesses.
To Andrew, Hec, and Hunter, Yorgos was not just a man anymore. He was a force of nature, a mountain on the move. His body seemed to be wrapped in an invisible force, an aura so intense it was impossible to face.
With each step, the world seemed to tremble. +15 BONOS
In just three strides, he stood before Alexander. Each step was measured and rhythmic, his cloak moving with him in perfect harmony, leaving no openings.
“Young man, you've got strength | can’t even fathom.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYorgos stopped in his tracks, his gaze on Alexander calm and detached. “However, you should know | can end you in one move if | strike. The only catch is, | might seriously hurt myself,
*So, take my advice Back off and apologize to Mister Marcus Ledger.
“If you don’t say sorry, I’m ready to take a hit, but rest assured. I'll take you down right here, right now!”
Alexander just smiled, tossing back Yorgos‘ own words with a smirk.
Alex flashed three fingers at Mister Yorgos Lacher, a playful challenge in his eyes. “One move is too easy. Givethree. If you can makestep back even half a step, I'll walk away, no strings attached.”
Yorgos' brow quivered, a gleam cutting through the haze of his old eyes. “Alexander, are you really not afraid to die?”
No more words from Alexander. He just stood there, hands clasped behind him, an immovable force. “Bring it on!”
With no more doubts, Yorgos inhaled deeply, his hand unfurling like the gnarled bark of an ancient tree, a whirlwind of energy gathering in his palm. He roared, “Don’t blme for what comes next, you reckless boy.
Die!” With a thunderous crash, Yorgos‘ devastating blow landed squarely on Alexander’s chest, a strike with the
might to shatter stone.
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