His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0349

The Zabaleta Center had exploded, and the impact was staggering.

In less than a day, the mayor of Zabaleta called an urgent press conference, condemning the culprit with severe words. The police quickly formed a special task force, sweeping through Zabaleta in a mad dash to find Andrew.

The air was thick with tension.

By nightfall, the death toll from the blast was confirmed: 13 dead, and over 40 critically injured. Aside from a handful of bystanders, the victims were all heirs of the three major families.

Marcus of the Ledger family, the third in line, was gone.

Damyon of the Campbell family, the second son, was gone.

Yasiel of the Saunders family, the eldest grandson, was gone.

“They're gone, all of them!”

In the pre—dawn stillness of Zabaleta’s western cemetery, Andrew knelt, bloodied, before his sister’s grave. In his hands, he clutched photos of Marcus and his accomplices, which he set aflwith a flick of his lighter, coughing up blood as the images turned to ash.

“I've taken care of the monsters who took you from this world, sister. They’re gone now... You'll find peace now. He meticulously planned that act of vengeance and finally settled the scores, avenging a grievous wrong.

However, the three most powerful families were teeming with formidable opponents. Despite his renown as a top-tier fighter, he was outnumbered and had been pursued to this graveyard, barely clinging to his last shreds of strength.

Suddenly, the night calive with movement. Over 100 figures, clad in combat gear, descended upon the cemetery from every direction. Each one was a martial arts adept, capable of leaping great distances and

swiftly vaulting over tombstones to encircle Andrew.

“They worked fast...”

Andrew rose to his feet with a struggle, facing the encroaching elite with a grim smile.

The might of the three families was upon him, a true dead end. Even uninjured, escape would have been a fantasy. “Andrew!”

Aman in a suit emerged from the crowd, his gaze icy, his voice a chilling blend of contempt and fury. “The Ledger family has been nothing but good to you, and this is how you repay us? What do you have to say for yourself?!”

Andrew knew him well. +15 BONOS

Tyson Ledger, the younger brother of the family patriarch Ledger, was a man just past 40 with martial skills that were solid but not extraordinary, his vital energy fully matured.

Yet, his true power lay in his control over the Ledger family’s elite guard and the three formidable Envoys, the pillars that kept the family unshakable.

“Skip the small talk!”

Two middle-aged men flanked Tyson, their eyes locked on Andrew with a predatory intensity. “He’s taken out too many of our own. Today, he’s going to pay. However, first, we need to figure out one thing...”

“How did he ever find out about his sister's murder five years ago? The job was clean, no traces left behind.” “He couldn’t have dug up the truth on his own!” They were right; it was impossible.

Molly had been tormented by Marcus and his cronies until she could not take it anymore and took her own life. The story was buried deep, but Alexander had called upon the Lord of War’s intelligence network to reveal the past.

The three major families would never have guessed that such a seemingly trivial incident had caught the attention of the most formidable Lord of War.

“Tyson, Ashwin, Viggo...”

Andrew faced the twith an undaunted gaze. The odds spelled out a certain death, and pulling someone down with him seemed out of reach. However, what did it matter to him then?

Alexander had confided the dark secrets of the past to him, entrusting him with the mission to settle the score for his sister. To Andrew, Alexander was nothing short of a savior.

The thought of getting Andrew to turn on Alexander was pure fantasy.

“The score has been settled. Thirteen of you from the three major families paid with your lives. My life’s purpose is fulfilled,” Andrew sneered, his laughter echoing in the stillness.

He glanced at his sister's gravestone. Then, he fiercely brought his right hand crashing down on his own head. “You'll get nothing from me, not even in death! Zabaleta has three major families, and I'll haunt you even from the grave!”

With a sickening crunch, his skull caved under the force of his blow. His body, then headless, teetered momentarily before collapsing at the foot of his sister’s grave, lifeless.

“Damn it!” Tyson, Ashwin, and Viggo stood in shock, having witnessed Andrew's drastic end. Their jaws clenched in fury, seething with anger.

Andrew’s death had snapped the last thread of their investigation. Where could they possibly go from there? “Second Master,” a bodyguard in black approached Viggo, speaking in a hushed tone, “While we were after Andrew, the young miss and the patriarch left. They seemed to be headed to the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel.

“| heard from the young miss‘ entourage that when Andrew was hospitalized after Marcus’ attack, Alexander Hmm. That was a start, no doubt.

+15 BONOS

Viggo’s gaze snapped to life, and he shot a knowing look at Tyson and Ashwin next to him before thrusting his hand into the air.

“Let's move, call the family to arms—we’re taking down Alexander!”