His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 223

Chapter 0223

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He got to choose how he would die?

Laying on the floor, Frank could feel his neck nearly broken. He turned deathly pale, and his obese

body trembled uncontrollably. His eyes revealed immense fear.

How could Alexander, the discharged soldier, be so formidable, so overpowering?

“M-Mister Perry…” A black-clad bodyguard gulped and fearfully approached Frank. His voice trembled

as he said, “He’s not an ordinary discharged soldier. With just the six of us, we can’t even harm a single

hair on him!”

Frank’s body shuddered, his eyeballs rolling a few times. He struggled to get up but managed to force

out a faint smile. “Mister Kane, I…”

Alexander’s gaze turned cold. His figure shot forward like lightning, his right foot descending like a

battle ax and solidly crashing onto Frank’s left shoulder.

Frank’s left scapula was shattered by this kick. His entire body rolled and flew backward, violently

colliding with the wall of the office behind him. He bounced off and hit the ground. Every bone in his

body felt like it was about to break.

“Did I tell you to stand?” He looked down at Frank, who was writhing and crying on the ground. “Answer

my earlier question. How do you want to die? Choose for yourself.”

The six bodyguards were horrified and instinctively retreated. They did not even have the courage to

intervene.

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The man in front of them was truly too powerful. He was a devil, a prehistoric beast-a ruthless and cold-

blooded god of death!

“I… I don’t want to die!”

Frank covered his left shoulder with his right hand, rolling on the ground and wailing. Tears and snot

flowed together as he cried like a pig to be slaughtered. “Mister Kane… No! Sir Kane! I know how

powerful you are. I was wrong, and I’m so sorry! I was blind and ignorant. I was wrong!”

Alexander’s gaze remained indifferent. “Wrong about what? Continue.”

Frank hesitated for a moment and quickly got to his knees, no longer covering his shoulder. He slapped

his

own face and burst into tears. “I shouldn’t have taken the land from Amber, shouldn’t have cursed so

much!

“I shouldn’t have offended Miss Chesire, harbored unrealistic fantasies, and certainly shouldn’t have

offended you… I truly realize my mistakes. I don’t want to die, I beg for your mercy!”

Mercy?

Alexander snorted. “Do you even deserve to die by my hand?”

With that, he slowly raised a finger, his gaze indifferent. “If you want to live, show some sincerity in

begging for

mercy. You know what to do.”

As he said this, he slowly scanned Frank’s face, then turned and walked away.

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“What to do, what to do…” Frank watched Alexander’s receding figure, trembling. Suddenly, he crawled

and scrambled outside, screaming incessantly.

“Drive! Follow Sir Kane, quickly!”

Larkspur County, a mid-range hotel suite.

Amber sat on the sofa, silently checking other plots of land in Larkspur County on her phone, her brow

tightly furrowed.

These plots were only average. Although they could cultivate the Tigerbite Grass Herb, the area was

too small. Even if a cultivation base were established, it would be challenging to meet the production

needs of New

Chesire Group.

Creak! The door slowly pushed open from the outside, and Alexander walked in with a smile.

Glancing at Amber’s phone screen, he smiled and said, “What’s up? Looking for land?”

“Yeah,” Amber responded bitterly. “This trip to Larkspur County is probably in vain. We can’t afford to

provoke Frank Perry, and other plots of land aren’t suitable. Let’s forget it and return to Ol’ Mare, think

of other

solutions.”

Amber picked up her small bag wistfully and headed toward the door.

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Just as she reached the doorway…

“Miss Chesire!” In the corridor outside the door, Frank was covered in injuries, his shoulders not even

bandaged. As soon as he saw Amber, he knelt and cried. “Please forgive me! I beg for your mercy…

Spare my life!”

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