His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 475

Chapter 0475 More than 130 stout and strong men launched an attack simultaneously.

What a scene.

If the lobby of the office were not spacious enough, it would be impossible for so many people to fit in there at the same time. Besides the intruders, there were the employees, the receptionists, and the janitors, making a total of 200 people in the lobby.

The two opposing sides were clear and distinct! On the side near the lobby entrance, all the men had their weapons, ready to attack. Their daggers flashed cold light, their steel pipe looked imposing, and their machete had a killing aura.

On the other side, the office workers were busy with their work, their heads hanging down, not paying attention to the shocking scene in front of their eyes.

All because they believed they were safe! Standing in front of them was Alexander Kane, the husband of the General Manager of the New Chesire Group, Amber Chesire. He was the head of the security department and an invincible martial arts expert. He deserved to be called the King of Ol' Mare! "Did Paul Homer send you here? Oh well." Alexander lowered his head, not even looking at the group of intruders. He went straight to the VIP waiting area in

the lobby and sat down on the sofa with his legs crossed. "T understand that you are just being paid to do your job, and I will go easy on you all.

"Now go back to where you came from and get Paul Homer to come to me.

"You should be grateful for the chance.

This is your only chance." The leader was a little stunned to hear Alexander's remark, but soon, he burst out laughing maniacally. He thought how naive Alexander was to think he could make over 130 men return in defeat with just one sentence. There was no way Alexander was a Lord of War. The leader thought he had heard the best joke ever! "Hey, you. I don't think you should get too cocky!"

The leader brandished his machete and snorted at Alexander. "Honestly, I'm not afraid to tell you, we are all martial artists. We all have vital energy in our bodies! So what if you are powerful in the martial world? You can't possibly stand up to so many people! "T don't think you stand a chance against 130 pigs, let alone us martial artists. Guys, cut the crap and get him!" No one dared to move! Alexander was sitting on the sofa, his eyes sweeping calmly over all the men before him.

However, the air seemed to be filled with an indescribable, terrible pressure, like a high mountain range stretched over each of their heads, ready to press down and strike a fatal

blow! The leader swallowed, slightly uncomfortable, but returned to tighten his machete once more. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "People, we've all been paid for this! All of you are going to chop up Alexander with me. After it is all done, each of you will get another $7,500!" Without hesitation, the group of men rushed Alexander, pointing their weapons at him.

"Sigh!" Alexander slowly let out a sigh.

"They are so stubborn! I already gave them a chance. I can't be blamed if they don't appreciate it. There is no need to waste any more time here.’ Strike!

Alexander maintained his sitting position with his right hand slowly extended. Hovering around his palm was a cloud of colorless and formless soft inner power. He turned his palm around and struck.

This was Wyverna's long-lost ancient martial art skill, Ocean Wave Palm. It produced enough energy and power to destroy mountains and seas! Boom! The oncoming men five meters in front of Alexander were knocked to the ground as if they had been hit by an invisible inner power wall. The men, who weighed about 160 pounds, flopped like weak paddy grass. They landed on top of each other.

It took only one move and less than a second. None of them even had a

I chance to touch the corner of Alexander's clothing before they were knocked down by his casual palm sweep. The men lay on the ground screaming in pain, some with broken bones, struggling to get up!