His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 451

Chapter 0451 Alexander shook his head.

Where was he going with that? Vicenzo kept his eyes glued to Alexander, not showing an ounce of respect for the so-called 'King of Ol' Mare'.

The moment Alexander's head stopped moving, Vicenzo's hefty frame surged forward, launching off the dock.

Like a bolt from the blue, he landed with a thud on the cargo ship's deck.

The short knife, made of a sleek alloy, was drawn in a flash, its chilling edge pressed threateningly against Afred's neck.

Hostage situation!

With Afred as his leverage, Vicenzo's confidence soared. He threw his head back and cackled at Alexander. "Haha! I know you're tough as nails, Alexander, but you're not the sharpest tool in the shed! "Don't kid yourself, thinking your sniper's got me spooked. Sniper or no sniper, I'm not scared! I've got all the time in the world to slit Afred's throat before a bullet can even graze me!" Afred stood frozen, the chill of the blade on his neck warning him not to move a muscle.

"Mister Sabine, don't sweat it." Alexander leaned casually against the dock's edge, his gaze sweeping over Afred and the rest of the crew. His voice was calm and even. "If he so much as ruffles your hair, I'll take a

finger. If he chips a tooth, I'll snap a bone.

"You're part of the New Chesire crew. I got your back." By what right? Clutching the alloy knife, Vicenzo threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Alexander, do you really see yourself as some kind of unbeatable warlord? Even the mightiest warlord can't do everything! I've got the upper hand with the guy here, so what's your move? "This is Rabaldiston, home turf of the Little Knife Society! "Sure, in Ol' Mare, the New Chesire Group might mean something, but here in Rabaldiston, you're just small fry!"

He shot a piercing look at the lean man on the dock. "Mateo, it's time! Alexander, Ray, each of you take out an I arm! And if you even think about fighting back, I'll slice Afred's throat in a heartbeat!" With a rush of movement, Mateo and the Dagger Society's 50-plus members charged, their battle cries filling the air as their alloy daggers whipped up a storm of silver flashes, descending upon Alexander and Ray.

"Ray, they're all yours." Alexander stood his ground, his eyes calmly fixed on Vicenzo on the deck.

"You're using a hostage to threaten me, right? Well, Mister Sabine's neck is right there at the mercy of your knife.

Try me." As the words left his mouth, Ray

already unleashed his fury. Newly advanced to the Grandmaster level and armed with techniques taught by Alexander himself, he made quick work of Mateo and the gang.

His blows sent them flying like rag dolls, their bodies thudding to the ground with sickening crunches.

One by one, they fell.

In no time, over 50 thugs, Mateo included, were sprawled out without so much as grazing Ray's jacket. Broken limbs, caved-in chests, blood, and bits of viscera spewed forth in a gruesome spectacle.

"This is insane..." Vicenzo stood on the deck, eyes wide with shock, as his men writhed and howled on the dock. With his dagger

pressed threateningly against Afred's throat, he bellowed at Alexander, "Don't you care about Afred's life? Tell Ray to stop now! "If he doesn't back off this instant, I'll cut Afred's throat without a second thought!" Still, was it that easy to cut someone's throat? 2 Alexander's face remained impassive, his gaze on Vicenzo as distant and detached as if he were staring down a ghost. "Remember what I told you just now? "You have the blade. You think you can slice through Mister Sabine's throat? Give it your best shot."