"I can't prove it. It's totally up to you to believe it," Alexander asserted, lacking tangible evidence to support his claim. Still, he had faith that someone would cooperate with him.Daxton's three sons exchanged uncertain glances regarding their father's life and death. Regardless of the matter's
The unexpected assassination struck the Quantz family, catching the three brothers off-guard within their own stronghold.The crack of the crossbow bolts echoed as they struck, their piercing impact demonstrating their deadly efficiency.Desperate to protect their father, the brothers moved forward,
Alexander's heart bristled with annoyance, sensing Caden's attempt to divert his attention with a skirmish.With swift resolve, he unleashed The Flowering Strike Technique, Mountain Shatter, a lethal strike honed through countless battles.Caden, undeterred by the imminent danger, pressed forward. H
Inside the secluded chamber, Caden seethed with frustration at his failed scheme."Incompetent fools! Couldn't even handle a single man," he spat, his ire directed at his subordinates. Despite his efforts to delay Alexander, his men were unable to penetrate Brody's formidable defense and execute Dax
"Missus Neal, is the wooden box holding my mother's ashes?" Alexander's voice trembled as he gazed at the wooden urn on the memorial altar.Teresa Neal nodded solemnly. "Yes, that's the young lady's ashes.""Mother, please wait a bit longer. I'll bring you home with me," Alexander murmured, bowing r
"The Quantz family may not possess formidable martial prowess, but they excel at stirring up trouble," Alexander observed, his tone tinged with disdain.Caden and his cohorts, however, reveled in the chaos. This was precisely the outcome they desired. Even if Alexander presented evidence, they inten
"Family head, do you have any objections to me reclaiming my mother's ashes?" Alexander's inquiry carried a subtle but unmistakable challenge, provoking those around him.Hoyt, eager to assert his authority in front of the family head, rebuked Alexander for his audacity. However, his attempt to disp
Laird wanted to intervene but lacked concrete evidence, so he could only shoot a desperate glance toward Alexander. However, Alexander remained indifferent, scanning the crowd as if searching for something."Wait, Mister Kane still has something to say," Laird interjected, feeling that Alexander's c