His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 453

Chapter 0453 Vicenzo was dead.

Ray had shattered his bones and sent him flying into the ocean. His body floated away, swallowed by the waves, disappearing forever.

"Mister Kane!" The ropes had been cut, and Afred and his companions climbed the gangway to the dock, bowing deeply to Alexander. Their gratitude was obvious on their faces. "We owe you our lives, Mister Kane. We'll never forget what you've done for us." They were all from the New Chesire Group. Saving them was simply the right thing to do.

Alexander casually gestured for

everyone to ease up on the formalities and leaned in with a hushed tone, "Other than the Little Knife Society, who else is eyeing the New Chesire Group with bad intentions?" Alfred paused, looking frustrated.

Being held captive by the Little Knife Society meant he was out of the loop, but his trips to and from Rabaldiston had given him a few leads.

""Rabaldiston has its fair share of sneaks. Since the Xanthos family challenged New Chesire Group, there's been a lot of shifty characters getting antsy." He thought it over, then sidled up to Alexander, speaking in a low voice, "1 can't say exactly who's plotting, but word of Vicenzo's demise is bound to spread like wildfire. Once those rivals

catch wind that Mister Kane isin town, they'll make their move." Alexander's eyes twinkled with approval as he sized up Alfred.

He understood. The world was full of those who kissed up to power. Those rivals might not avenge Vicenzo, but they would sure stir the pot to get in good with the Xanthos family.

The Xanthos family might not have even given them the time of day, but that did not stop them from trying.

Some folks just did not have what it took to be decent.

"Time to smoke out the snakes and set a trap for the rabbits." He gave Alfred's shoulder a reassuring pat and pointed toward the three cargo ships docked nearby, a sly smile on his

face, "You're on this, Alfred. Let it be known those ships need a week to gear up for unloading and shipping out— i "And if anyone's got the guts to stir up trouble at that time, they'll be signing their own death warrant." Alfred's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly regained his composure as his breaths came in short, excited bursts.

That was a sign of Alexander's trust. If he nailed that task, he would be climbing the ranks, stepping up from Deputy Storage Manager to join the big leagues at New Chesire Group's top management! "I can't thank you enough for this opportunity, Mister Kane!" Overwhelmed with gratitude, Alfred

gave Alexander a deep bow, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'll give it my all, sir. I'll draw out every last one of those sneaky enemies and take them down in one clean sweep!" Alexander gave a brief nod, his attention already shifting back to the heart of Rabaldiston, his gaze sharpening with an icy intensity.

The Lord of War was never short on bloodshed.

If one were to cross New Chesire Group, they would better brace themselves for a storm of fury like no other.

Time zipped by.

In just a week, over 20 groups had tried their luck around the docks. Some

messed with the New Chesire Group's cargo ships, others played with fire, and a few even dared to sneak underwater, plotting to plant bombs on the hulls.

They all failed, spectacularly.

Any shady group that came with bad intentions got wiped out by Ray, their lack of a Grandmaster making them easy pickings for his relentless assault.

The underground of Rabaldiston was rocked to its core, power dynamics shifting like cards in a shuffling deck.

Up north, even the big-shot families were getting nervous. They had their own stakes in Rabaldiston, and if things continued at this rate, they knew they would be caught in the crossfire before long.

holo anode a Then, like dominoes, one event set off another.

SSE Zane, secluded in the mountains of Yewspire, received the same troubling news from Rabaldiston. Alone in the shadowy confines of the Yanker family hall, he mulled over the situation before finally jotting down an address.

With a hushed tone, he broke the silence.

"Quinby, I need you to check out this location. Thirty years back, it served as a hideout for the Black Maple Organization. I made a promise to Alexander to dig into their affairs, and this is where we'll start." From the gloom, a young member of the Yanker family stepped through a discreet side entrance of the hall, accepting the note from Zane's

outstretched hand. With a quiet resolve, he murmured, "Understood." a