His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0311 +15 BONOS Marcus’ entire body jolted..

Before Alexander could say anything, Marcus’ cries intensified compared to before. “Miss Briers, isn’t Mister Kane your friend?! You can decide on this matter!

“My life is in your hands, Miss Briers. Please sparea way out, | beg you!” He continued to cry and bow, his forehead brutally colliding with the ground, creating an instant mess of blood and flesh.

“If apologies were effective, why bother with fists?” At this moment, Alexander had approached Wanda. He looked down at Marcus as if observing a beggar seeking mercy. “These were your words, right? I'm not mistaken, am 12”

Marcus cried uncontrollably on the ground, regretting his words to Alexander more than ever. His regret was not for offending Wanda but for speaking harshly to Alexander.

If he had known Alexander's strength was so terrifying, he would not have confronted him head-on. Instead, he would have returned to the Ledger family’s main mansion, gathered all the family’s experts, and faced

Alexander with overwhelming numbers.

“Mister Kane, Miss Briers!”

Though he thought this way, he dared not speak it aloud. Marcus cried and howled, slapping himself on the face, causing his skin to nearly break. “As long as you both show mercy, the Ledger family is willing to compensate! Money, luxury cars, villas, yachts... Whatever you want!

“For the love of god, please sparemy life. | truly know my mistake!” Marcus pleaded desperately. Zabaleta’s...Ledger family.

Aslight tremor ran through Wanda’s heart, and her pretty face finally showed schange.

Marcus indeed suffered a great loss, and even the seemingly formidable ‘Yorgos Lacher’ was easily killed with a single finger by Sir Kane. Still, what about the Ledger family?

In Zabaleta, the Ledger family was one of the three major clans, controlling a vast financial empire—worth trillions. Their security personnel and bodyguards were countless, closely connected with numerous domestic martial arts schools.

Even if Sir Kane could defeat one martial artist, what about ten, a hundred, or a thousand? No matter how skilled Alexander was, he could not possibly win.

“Sir Kane.” Thinking of this, Wanda bit her lip and turned to look at Alexander. She murmured, “Mister Marcus is sincerely apologetic. If he’s willing to repent, maybe we should give him a chance. As for this matter... We can just drop it.”

“Drop it?” Marcus‘ face lit up with joy. He bowed repeatedly to Alexander and Wanda, expressing his gratitude. “Thank you both for your mercy! | will definitely reform and never dare to act recklessly again, | promise!”

While seemingly admitting his mistake, in reality, each the bowed, a cold and murderous intent seemed to 1/3

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One must bow their head when under someone else’s roof.

Given the slightest opportunity, he vowed to dismember that damned Alexander and that wretched woman into a thousand pieces.

“Whether you live or die makes no difference to me.” Alexander turned away, avoiding eye contact with Wanda and not even spare a glance for Marcus. With his back to the entire villa, he calmly said, “Today, | spare your life. Remember, if you dare to commit wrongdoing again, there’s only one path for you-death.

“Most importantly, for the rest of your life, you are forbidden from setting foot in Ol‘ Mare. Otherwise, there will

be no mercy.”

Ol' Mare...

Marcus’ heart skipped a beat. He got up from the ground, turned, and looked at the pale-faced Andrew, along

with Hec and Hunter. He roared. “Who provoked Mister Kane in Ol‘ Mare? Cout!”

Hec and Hunter exchanged glances, quickly lowered their heads, and remained silent.

“Mister Marcus...”

Andrew gritted his teeth, sighed inwardly, and slowly approached Alexander. Kneeling on one knee, he spoke with a suppressed

voice, “Please forgive me, Mister Kane. | acted on my own when | went to Ol‘ Mare and attempted to take Miss Briers. It has nothing to do with Mister Marcus.”

“You son of a b*tch!” Marcus picked up an alloy steel knife from the bodies of eight bodyguards and cursed at Andrew. “You dare to act recklessly and secretly went to Ol‘ Mare to provoke Mister Kane? Keeping you alive is a disaster! It’s not worth sparing your life!”

Marcus swung the knife down, clearly intending to kill Andrew on the spot.

Andrew did not evade, allowing the knife to fall. The blade was clamped between the shoulder blades, and his right shoulder was split open, blood gushing out with a splash!

He had practiced energy transformation. Even if he did not resist, it was impossible for Marcus to kill him with one strike. He paid no attention to the pain in his body, but his heart felt like it had plunged into an icehouse.

‘Mister Kane has spared Mister Marcus, yet he still wants to kill me? Is this the case of the clever hare getting cooked and the loyal dog being slaughtered? It seems I’m not even worth as much as a dog to Mister Marcus.”

“Damn, your bones are really tough!” Failing to kill Andrew with one strike, Marcus‘ anger surged. He pulled back the blade and struck again.

This time, it was not aimed at the shoulder but at the head instead. Blood gushed from the top of Andrew’s head, staining his face and neck entirely in red.

Another swing, and another...

In the blink of an eye, he had slashed a dozen times.

“Your nis Andrew?”

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Ten meters away, Alexander had already walked out of the villa entrance. Along with Wanda and others, he entered the Porsche. Looking through the car window at the blood—soaked Andrew, he chuckled faintly. “Interesting.” Having said that, the Porsche slowly started, speeding toward of Ol' Mare.