His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0299

Once Marcus issued his unwavering order, Andrew’s doubts vanished into thin air.

He was well aware of Marcus’ fearsome reputation.

As the third young master of the Ledger family, he was cherished since childhood. Not only did he have

the most elite and professional security team, but he also specifically invited the Hec and Hunter

brothers from a renowned martial arts academy in the country to ensure his safety.

Each of them was a Grandmaster in the fighter community, having mastered energy transformation.

Their prowess was unmatched. In the face of their might, Ol’ Mare was a mere speck, and even the

entirety of Tormora would struggle to find their equal.

“Mister Marcus Ledger, have no worries. The Grandmasters and I will depart at once. We’ll get Wanda

before you know it!”

Overjoyed, Andrew bowed deeply to Marcus before stepping out of the lounge. He signaled to two

stern- looking men in black waiting in the yard.

They boarded Marcus’ private chopper, setting a course straight for Ol’ Mare.

Meanwhile, at the Sunlight Club in Ol’ Mare.

Wanda tensely reclined on a massage chair.

Her masseuse, a woman in her thirties with a gentle touch, worked on Wanda’s shoulders and

whispered, ‘ Miss, you seem preoccupied. Try not to worry so much. Relax a little, your muscles are all

knotted up.”

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Next to her, Amber was also basking in the skilled hands of her masseuse. She glanced over at Wanda

and offered a reassuring smile. “Miss Briers, still feeling anxious?”

Wanda mustered a faint smile in response.

Relaxed? That was the last thing she could be.

The Zabaleta Ledger family was a dynasty of wealth and power, its roots entwined through centuries of

history. They had their fingers in the pies of over thirty major companies at home. Whispers abounded

that their fortune had soared past the 15-billion mark.

Who would dare stand in their way if they decided to snatch someone from the streets of Ol’ Mare?

Despite Alexander’s assurances, she was on edge. It was not that she doubted him, it was just that the

Ledgers were a force to be reckoned with.

As they were getting their massage…..

Thunder roared.

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A sleek private chopper, more than eight meters long, swooped down from the heavens.

When it was still 50 meters up, the side door of the cabin creaked open.

“Mister Marcus Ledger said no dilly-dallying. Quick and clean, that’s how we do it!”

Perched at the doorway, Andrew peered down at the bustling Ol’ Mare below, then nodded to Hec and

Hunter.” After you, gents.”

With a shared smirk and a nod, the trio jumped.

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They hit the ground like meteors, each landing blasting a crater into the pavement in front of Sunlight

Club.

“S-Sir…”

The welcoming committee, a few hostesses, and doormen were petrified, their faces ashen. One brave

soul managed to step forward, her voice quivering, “Gentlemen, I’m terribly sorry, but Mister Kane from

New Chesire Group has booked the entire place, so…”

Andrew’s hand shot up. With a swift slap, the doorman crumpled to the floor. Andrew’s voice was ice as

he spat out, “Enough talk. I don’t care about Director Kane. Get Wanda out here… No, we’ll go in and

fetch her ourselves!”

With a covert glance at Hec and Hunter, the trio stormed toward the clubhouse lobby.

In that split second…

“Insolence!”

A shadowy figure on the left side of the hall rose leisurely, pouring coffee for the young man before him.

He then turned, fixing his gaze on the intruders, and pointed sternly at the fallen doorman, “Apologize

to him, then leave!”

Andrew, Hec, and Hunter halted, eyeing the bald man with dark skin. Their lips twisted into a menacing

grin. ” You asking for trouble?”

That man was none other than Ray.

Tasked with Amber’s safety, he stood his ground, even with Alexander present. Without immediate

action, Ray turned to Alexander, still sipping his coffee, and bowed respectfully, “Boss, your orders?”

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Alexander drained his coffee with deliberate slowness, set down his cup, and continued to drink, paying

no mind to the unwelcome trio.

“Playing dumb, are we?”

Andrew’s eyes narrowed and glanced at Alexander’s face. His hand moved to the alloy knife at his

waist, and a sinister chuckle escaped him. “Mister Marcus Ledger’s orders are clear. Anyone in our

way dies without a second thought!”

Hec and Hunter flashed wicked smiles, striding forward. Their movements were a blur, and with a flash

of their alloy daggers, they sliced through the air. The blades whistled sharply, stopping mere inches

from Ray.

Oh?

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In the VIP section to the left of the grand hall, Alexander cradled his drink, eyes tracking Hec and

Hunter’s every move. His gaze intensified for a moment before he murmured, “Moving Fist, Horizontal

Blade, Breaking

Slash.”

Ray’s senses snapped to attention. His hand flew to the alloy sword at his waist, drawing it in a flash.

He stepped diagonally forward with his left foot, his wrist snapping the sword’s flat side across his back.

Then, reversing his grip, he brought the blade down in a fierce arc above his head.

The three moves flowed together seamlessly as if he had practiced them a thousand times. Hec and

Hunter’s daggers had barely reached Ray’s chest before his sidestep made them miss by inches.

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As they tried a comeback, their blades found only the solid steel of Ray’s sword against his back. With

his

final move, the Breaking Slash, their thumbs were sliced off clean, the daggers clattering to the ground.

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