His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 561

Chapter 0561 It was very late into the night.

Raidon's surgery had been completed I successfully at nearly four a.m.

Meanwhile, at more than 150 kilometers from the central hospital.

None of the upper and lower echelons of the Foster family were aware of the imminent danger. Aside from a dozen rotating guards, everyone else was fast asleep.

Clack, clack, clack...

Under the cover of darkness, a bald, bare- chested middle-aged man emerged, dressed in an unusually large pair of coarse cloth trousers. He approached the Foster family's estate gate slowly, following the stone pathway on the outskirts.

"Who goes there?!" Four guards glared at

[the bald man from a distance and shouted sternly, "The Foster family estate is a restricted area. No one is allowed to approach!" It was the Foster family's estate.

I The bald man paused, his dark yellow eyes slowly scanning the faces of the four guards. Then he shook his head gently, saying in a particularly laborious tone, "Stand down. Retreat, and you get to live.

You'll die if you don't." The bald man looked at his rough hands and chuckled softly after those brief words, which appeared to be spoken with great effort. "I've been in seclusion for far too long... I haven't spoken in over a decade, and I almost forgot how to speak." Over a decade without speaking?! The four guards felt as if they were up againsta formidable foe, involuntarily taking a few steps back while remaining

steadfast in their duty to protect the estate They velled, "No matter who you are, you're not permitted to enter the Foster family's property! If you have an urgent matter, schedule an appointment during the day. Leave now, or don't blame us for getting rough with you!" Getting rough? 'It has been a long time since someone dared to speak to me like this; was it15 or 16 years ago? I can't recall the exact time." The bald man pondered silently for a moment before grinning, revealing two rows of perfectly white teeth.

with his language abilities mostly restored from his previous struggle, he smiled and addressed the four guards. "1 told you to leave, but you refused to listen, You can't leave now, even if you want to."

As he finished speaking, he casually gestured with his hands as if going about his daily routine. His thick fingers appeared to transform into extremely agile snakes. His muscular arms, which were once strong and powerful, appeared weak and boneless, leaving eight afterimages in the air.

He was the reclusive heavyweight of the northern martial arts world, the number one master of hidden weapons in the north, and the master of the Zadra family's Ghost Worshiper—the Eight- Armed Guardian! The brilliance of stars pierced the void silently and soundlessly! Hundreds of tiny crystal lights shot out of the Eight-Armed Guardian's palms, revealing sharp, hidden weapons as thin as hair. They made no sound as they instantly enveloped the bodyguards, piercing through them at an unimaginable speed!

The four bodyguards were martial arts experts with vital energy, but they failed to react and were all slain instantly by the Eight-Armed Guardian's hidden weaponry! "First, eliminate the Foster family, and then massacre the Kane family. These secular families no longer have a reason to exist." The Eight-Armed Guardian, who was clearly engaged in murder, smiled. He resembled a compassionate monk. He stepped over the bodies of the four bodyguards before casually entering the Foster family manor.

At that moment...

"How bold!" Suddenly, dozens of bright searchlights appeared above the sky, all belonging to the Foster family's private helicopters.

They had rushed over from the central hospital at top speed and rapidly closed in

on the manor Geoff, the head of the Foster family, stood at the front of the cockpit door! Eight-Armed Guardian, how dare you I injure people from the Foster family!" As the plane touched down, Geoff, accompanied by three executors and more than 40 elite bodyguards, fixed his gaze on the Eight-Armed Guardian, who exuded a killing intent.

"your disciple, Ghost Worshiper, severely injured my son. I haven't had the chance to settle that score with you, yet you dare to knock on my door?! How much benefit did the Zadra family give you? Aren't you supposed to be living in solitude in the mountains? Why are you selling yourself out for the Zadra family?" There was too much chatter.

The Eight _ Armed Guardian smiled as he looked at Geoff and the martial arts

experts behind him as if they were harmless dead people. His arms slowly unfolded at his sides, holding a handful of crystal shards, and his smile became even more intense.

"Now that you're here, it saves me the trouble of making another trip.

"All of you can die now!"