Leaving the trading hall, Alexander drove their bright red Porsche to the temporary hotel with Amber."That Frank Perry, he's just scum!" Amber sat on the hotel room sofa, her petite body trembling with anger. "He relies on being a local tyrant, forcefully seizing land. If it were in Ol' Mare, I wou
He got to choose how he would die?Laying on the floor, Frank could feel his neck nearly broken. He turned deathly pale, and his obese body trembled uncontrollably. His eyes revealed immense fear.How could Alexander, the discharged soldier, be so formidable, so overpowering?"M—Mister Perry..." A b
Amber looked at Frank and subconsciously stepped back.What did he say? Spare his life?Also, how was he so seriously injured? His left scapula was most likely crushed! His face was covered in blood, and his forehead was bruised from him bashing his head as he bowed."Miss Chesire!" Frank knelt on t
Drake had been captured?Alexander raised an eyebrow. He raised the volume in the car and said, "Who took him away? Tell me!""The Ellis family! From the North!" The middle-aged man's cries could be heard from the car speakers. "I only know that the two heirs of the Ellis family…seemed to be connect
The shocked Harry looked at his bleeding chest, then at his trusted right-hand man pushing his wheelchair, Tony. He opened his mouth a few times as if he wanted to say something.Before he could say anything, the light in his eyes dimmed. His head tilted before he passed out."B—Boss!" Tony hugged H
Grayson sneered at Alexander, whose expressions were darkened.Not long ago, he had planted pawns in the Yablon family, to prepare the Ellis family to take over Woolpackton. He never would have thought that the Grandmaster of the fighter community, Quon Lacombe, would be killed by Alexander in one m
Grayson laughed at Alexander's words."Do you think you can get me?" Grayson cackled arrogantly and raised his middle finger at Alexander. "Don't be in such a hurry to die. I will keep my word. I promise you'll get to see me having fun with Amber. I'll kill you after!"He wiggled his middle finger a
Isaac fell to the ground with a thud, yet his eyes were still red and his muscles were still bulked up. He was in his fifties, but he was stronger than an athlete.Such a terrifyingly powerful fighter was like a defenseless weakling in front of Alexander. Just one blink, and he was dead.Even until