His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0271 Bella was dead.

Her head exploded into a mist of blood. Her headless body swayed for a moment before collapsing to the ground with a loud thud.

The young lady of the Jackman family, the venomous beauty, ruthless in heart and cunning in hand... None of these words bestowed upon her any halo. She seemed like just an ordinary person, convulsing violently on the ground. It lasted less than ten seconds, and then complete silence.

Alexander showed no mercy, indeed.

“L-Lord Kane.” Even though George had known Alexander’s true identity for a long time, he could not help but shiver in awe. Despite constantly addressing him as ‘Lord Kane’, ever since Alexander retired from the military, George could not shake off a hint of peculiar thoughts.

The so-called strongest Lord of War seemed nothing more than a slightly more formidable ordinary person after retirement...

However, those thoughts were long gone.

What was the Lord of the Temple of War? What was the strongest Lord of War? He could kill his enemies as though it was a walk in the park; he could take lives with a single strike; and he could determine life and death just by uttering a word.

He alone was the invincible powerhouse.

The name ‘Lord Kane’ was no longer just a verbal address; it became George's lifelong pride. It was the supreme glory reserved just for the Lord of the Temple of War.

Luca and the bodyguards, security personnel, gradually climbed to their feet. Despite the pain and the severity of their injuries, they all stood upright like an honor guard awaiting inspection, heads held high with immense pride.

Following George to rescue Miss Chesire at the OI’ Mare Grand Hotel turned out to be the right decision! They had demonstrated their loyalty to Lord Kane, proving their attitude through actions. It was a high-stakes gamble, and they won.

“George, Luca, and all of you.” Alexander turned, his gaze sweeping over each face, and a hint of approval slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. “You did well. Fearless in the face of death, knowingly venturing into the impossible. Even among martial artists, few possess the heart of a true powerhouse.

*As a reward, | will give you a chance to let the heart of a powerhouse unleash its true strength!” Alexander then turned and walked confidently toward the presidential suite ahead, calling out, “Amber, I'm coming!” +15 BONOS In the adjoining presidential suite, the moment Alexander’s voice echoed, Amber’s delicate body trembled slightly as she slowly awoke from the soft, luxurious bed. A splitting headache engulfed her.

Having been slapped unconscious by the King of the North, she was supposed to sleep for at least three or four hours. However, she woke up prematurely, and as a result, her head throbbed in pain.

Despite the agony, she struggled to get out of bed. “Alex Alexander...” she called out with whatever strength she had left.

In the suite next door, Alexander's heart jolted, and his figure instantly blurred. In less than three seconds, he swiftly reached the room where Amber was, tightly embracing her fragile body.

Lowering his gaze to the handprint on her cheek, his eyes turned cold once again. “That lowlife!”

Amber's clothes were disheveled, her breath weak. Due to the physical contact, he could clearly sense that her vital signs were normal, with no substantial harm done.

However, the distinct handprint on her face was enough evidence of the brutal beating she endured to protect her innocence.

“Who did this?” He held his wife's waist, gently caressing the handprint on her cheek, his voice carrying a palpable sense of menace. “The imprint is solid, so the force must have been heavy. It’s not Bella...is it Tyrant of the East?” Amber, with ith teary eyes, replied with a trembling voice, “No, it’s not. It's an old man called... the King of the North.” King of the North? The same one Alexander turned into bone fragments with a single palm from a distance? “He died too quickly. I've let him off too easily.” Alexander's gaze turned ice-cold as he assisted Amber to sit on the sofa.

He stared at her beautiful face and gently said, “Amber, it’s my fault. | neglected your personal safety. | promise there won't be a next time!” Amber shook her head repeatedly, tears streaming down her eyes. In terms of security, Alexander had done well. The security team, led by Luca, guarded the entire corporate building flawlessly.

However, the people brought by Bella were too powerful, far beyond what Luca’s team could handle. Alexander arrived in time to rescue her from the Jackman family, a stroke of luck amid the misfortune.

With such a husband, she felt nothing but pride and gratitude, without a hint of complaint.

“From today onward, | will have Luca and George practice martial arts, ensuring your safety at every hour of the day.” Alexander was not sentimental. He locked eyes with his wife, saying, “And one more thing. I've brought Dad back from Southwick. | won’t be expanding into foreign markets for a while. As for myself, I'll go out of town tomorrow and will be back within three days.”

Alexander was going out again? Amber's heart tightened slightly as she instinctively grabbed Alexander’s hand, her gaze filled with concern. Alexander, where are you going?” Alexander turned to look at the windows in the suite’s living room, enunciating each word. “To eliminate the grass, | must get rid of the roots. I’m going north, to wipe out the Jackman family.”