His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 248

Chapter 0248

Anyone else might have been helpless against Viper’s threat. Not even the most skilled commandos

could have saved Amber without a scratch from those thugs.

However, Alexander was no ordinary guy.

He was the commander of the Alex Legion, the undefeated and most powerful Lord of War-Lord of War

Temple.

“Briscoe is dead.”

He emotionlessly stared down at Viper and the gang as they frantically reloaded their guns. “I’m not

telling you this to make you surrender. I’m telling you because, just like Briscoe, your fate is sealed-

you’re all going down!”

The moment the last word hung in the air, Alexander seized the split second of shock on the bandits’

faces to launch his attack.

With a thunderous stomp, his right foot unleashed a torrent of power onto the fishing boat’s deck.

The deck, built of tough alloy, ripped apart like tissue paper under Alexander’s might, cracks racing out

like a spiderweb, reaching right under Viper’s feet.

“You dare…”

Viper, caught by surprise, tried to sidestep the spreading fissures, his body wobbling for just an instant.

However, that instant was all it took-his fate was sealed.

Whoosh!

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In the blink of an eye, as Viper faltered, Alexander blurred into motion, closing the gap with terrifying

speed. He lunged forward, his right hand shooting out to snatch and grab.

The gleaming dagger in Viper’s grasp was effortlessly taken by Alexander, who swiftly reversed the

blade and slashed across Viper’s throat.

“Ack! Ugh…”

Viper’s retreat turned into a stagger, his body locking up.

His hands shot up instinctively, clutching at the gushing wound on his neck, but it was no use.

Blood erupted like a fountain. Within seconds, his eyes widened, and he collapsed with a heavy thud,

his body giving a few final twitches before falling silent.

“He killed Viper!”

“Guys, shoot! Take him down!”

The remaining bandits, more than twenty of them, had their guns loaded and aimed at Alexander,

Enraged,

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Chapter 0248

Anyone else might have been helpless against Viper’s threat. Not even the most skilled commandos

could

have saved Amber without a scratch from those thugs.



However, Alexander was no ordinary guy.

He was the commander of the Alex Legion, the undefeated and most powerful Lord of War-Lord of War

Temple.

“Briscoe is dead.”

He emotionlessly stared down at Viper and the gang as they frantically reloaded their guns. “I’m not

telling

you this to make you surrender. I’m telling you because, just like Briscoe, your fate is sealed-you’re all

going

down!”

The moment the last word hung in the air, Alexander seized the split second of shock on the bandits’

faces to

launch his attack.

With a thunderous stomp, his right foot unleashed a torrent of power onto the fishing boat’s deck.

The deck, built of tough alloy, ripped apart like tissue paper under Alexander’s might, cracks racing out

like a

spiderweb, reaching right under Viper’s feet.

“You dare…”

Viper, caught by surprise, tried to sidestep the spreading fissures, his body wobbling for just an instant.



However, that instant was all it took-his fate was sealed.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, as Viper faltered, Alexander blurred into motion, closing the gap with terrifying

speed. He lunged forward, his right hand shooting out to snatch and grab.

The gleaming dagger in Viper’s grasp was effortlessly taken by Alexander, who swiftly reversed the

blade and

slashed across Viper’s throat.

“Ack! Ugh…”

Viper’s retreat turned into a stagger, his body locking up.

His hands shot up instinctively, clutching at the gushing wound on his neck, but it was no use.

Blood erupted like a fountain. Within seconds, his eyes widened, and he collapsed with a heavy thud,

his body giving a few final twitches before falling silent.

“He killed Viper!”

“Guys, shoot! Take him down!”

The remaining bandits, more than twenty of them, had their guns loaded and aimed at Alexander,

Enraged,

Alas, they were just too slow.

+15 BONUS



In the moment of crisis, Alexander wasted no time. He pulled Amber, who was shaking with fear, to

safety behind him. His body dropped low, spinning on the heel of his left foot, his right leg lashing out

like a whip.

It was a devastating sweep, a gust of wind that scattered leaves in its wake.

A shockwave of force erupted from Alexander’s leg, hitting the bandits square in the chest like the

swing of a giant bell’s clapper.

Over twenty bandits shook violently, their bones crushed, blood spilling from their lips. They did not

even have a chance to fire their guns. Each and every one of them was dead before they hit the

ground, the deck awash in a sea of red.

The first body hit the deck with a thump. Then another, and another.

Over twenty in total dropped dead before Alexander and Amber without so much as a final twitch.

Silence fell over the fishing boat. The only sound was the engine’s low growl, a stark contrast to the

stillness that then enveloped the scene of carnage, a testament to the man’s formidable power.

He, Alexander, had saved his beloved once more.

“All clear now.”

He did not even look at the fallen as he gently removed the tape from Amber’s mouth, then tenderly

stroked her hair, his smile reassuring. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Just three words, but to Amber, they were a lifeline, a warmth that filled her with tears of relief. Her

body quivered with the knowledge that she was finally safe.



Her husband, her protector, Alexander, miraculously saved her from the clutches of cold-blooded

murderers in

what seemed like an impossible feat.

Was that the same man she married? He was incredibly strong and truly remarkable!

“Alex…”

Overwhelmed, she did not know how to put her feelings into words. Tears she had been fighting back

streamed down her face as she lunged into Alexander’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m sorry, I’ve

caused

you trouble again!”

Alexander wrapped his arms around her, his eyes soft with adoration.

The Ellis and Hart families had long schemed to kidnap Amber for leverage, and despite being on

guard, it was

nearly impossible to prevent. Amber, his dear wife, had endured so much already.

“It’s all over here. My brothers-in-arms will handle the rest.”

He gently caressed Amber’s hair, then tenderly lifted her chin, his voice a soothing whisper.

“Now, let’s head home.”

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