His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 653

Chapter 0653 Alexander was not fazed by the bearded man's so-called threat.

A flick of the wrist, and a gang would come rushing? To the Lord of War, it did not matter how many came at him. Even if they were all Martial Overlords. They were nothing but pushovers! Don't get it twisted, Mister Kane. I'm not threatening you. I'm just laying out Quinto's generous offer." Beard locked eyes with Alexander, his laugh sharp and distant. "Mister Kane, Quinto may be the right-hand man, but the crew's been grumbling about Cloud Tiger for years. They're itching fora revolt! Quinto's got the muscle, and with his gang of nearly two hundred, even you, Mister Kane, should think twice. If you're in, we can take out Cloud Tiger together. Quinto takes over Coconut Wind Island and keeps you stocked with coconuts. It's a win-win.

"Mister Kane, team up and we both come out on top. Keep this up, and we'll just tear each other down. Think it over, will you?" Tear each other down? Over Quinto? How laughable! "n 0 .

You've been spewing so much hot air, you've wasted enough of my time."

Alexander's gaze fell, his attention leaving Beard as his hand rose with deliberate slowness. There's an old saying: don't kill the messenger.

However, that's for the weak. The strong? They don't just follow rules — they make them, bend them, break them." With those final words, his hand flicked with a swift motion.

A crisp snap echoed.

Beard staggered, agony exploding in his gut, his face a mask of horror as he stared at Alexander, his voice shaking. "You... You've crippled me too? You..." Be thankful, not resentful," Alexander said calmly, pulling back his hand. "Cloud Tiger's gang is going down. Today, I've stripped you of your power and made you just another face in the crowd. Stay out of trouble, and you might just save your own skin.

"Life's more valuable than power, wouldn't you agree?" He did not wait for an answer, just turned his back on the bearded man and walked Wasyl back to the poolside.

"Alexander! Alexander!" The bearded man's hands were clamped over his stomach, his eyes fixed on Alexander's back as he walked away. His teeth were gritted so hard they might shatter, his voice a hysterical shriek. "You're gonna regret this, just you wait! 1" 1 .

You've crossed a line, Alexander. Our feud is as deep as the ocean

now. We're enemies for life!" Fury and helplessness.

By the hotel pool, Alexander ignored the bearded man's furious shouts. Watching Amber and Coral splash around in the water, a gentle smile played on his lips.

They could enjoy themselves, free from care.

He was their protector, after all.

Deep into the night.

"You're kidding me?!" On the deserted west coast of Coconut Wind Island, Quinto stared down at the bearded man on the coastal steps, his eyes ablaze with fury. "Alexander had the guts to lay hands on you? The nerve!" The bearded man was on his knees, shaking with anger.

Quinto had it all planned out. Alexander was supposed to agree to their deal, team up to take down the notorious Cloud Tiger, and secure their reign. Then, when the time was right, they would take Alexander out.

However, Alexander was too full of himself, not even entertaining the idea of cooperation. Instead, he delivered a devastating blow, crippling his right-hand man.

"Quinto, this is too much, even for you!" The bearded man's voice was laced with a venomous grudge as he clenched his fists. "He didn't just cripple me; he's insulted you! We've laid out plan after plan, and Alexander doesn't care for any of it. Let's not play games anymore. It's time for an all-out battle with him!" With a crew of loyal members at his back, Quinto could not fathom the idea that they would not be able to handle a single man like Alexander.

What did it matter if he was a supreme grand martial? There was a saying that even the toughest guy could not stand up to a mob.

The tension was palpable...

Quinto's eyes narrowed, a fierce fire dancing within them, growing more intense by the second.

The bearded man had a point. If they kept biting their tongues, it would not matter if Alexander struck first or not—their crew would feel betrayed. How could Quinto lead if they did not stand up for one of their own? Winning hearts; that was the game leaders play.

"Alexander, I wanted to draw this out, make it a real game, but you've forced my hand. You have ignored the friendly toast and now you'll have to swallow the bitter consequences," Quinto whispered to himself.

H i ; ; e turned to his trusted lieutenants and with a decisive gesture

proclaimed, "The bearded man was one of us, and we can't let his hurt go unavenged!" What's our move?!" he bellowed, not really asking but igniting a fire in them.

I'Revenge, revenge!" they shouted back, their voices thunderous, their faces red with fury. "Gather the crew, hit the Grand Coconut Breeze Hotel hard, and settle the score for our member!" "Let's do this!" Quinto's face was a mask of ruthless determination as he gave the order.

Get on the horn. Tell the boys it's time to take down Alexander!"