His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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Chapter 0411

In the grand living room of the Redwine family, the air seemed to have frozen.

Dallas‘ body swayed for a moment, almost collapsing on the spot. Wido, on the other hand, slumped to

the ground, his lips trembling violently, unable to produce any sound. Gibson’s vision darkened as he

slowly tilted off the sofa, with only two words left in his mind.

‘It’s over.”

“No, no, this can’t be true!” After a brief moment of losing composure, Dallas, as if pricked by a needle,

jumped up from the sofa. He pointed at his subordinate, looking almost frantic. “You’re

lying!

“With the nine Grandmasters joining forces, the Saunders family must’ve fallen. The high–level martial

artists from Ol‘ Mare and Zabaleta combined are no match for the nine Grandmasters.

You’re lying to me, you must be! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!”

The subordinate knelt on the ground and shivered. He looked up at the crazed Dallas, knocking his

head on the floor, crying out loudly, “Mister Redwine, I dare not speak rashly! The bodies of the nine

Grandmasters are right at the doorstep, and many aristocratic families are outside

witnessing. The news can’t be concealed!

“The nine Grandmasters…are really dead!”

The atmosphere in the living room fell quiet again.

A deathly silence.

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For Dallas, Gibson, and Wido, it felt like a thousand–pound boulder pressed against their chests.

Their hearts almost stopped beating.

After what seemed like 15 minutes, someone emitted a groan of desperate despair, like the trembling

of one on the verge of death.

“Our three major families, our position among the northern aristocratic families, everything we

painstakingly built through the scheming in Ol‘ Mare and Zabaleta. All gone!”

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The news about the death of the nine Grandmasters spread like wildfire. It brought about an incredibly

immense impact.

Throughout the entire north, any family with even a hint of reputation received the news about.

Zabaleta.

The ongoing projects of the Fabio family in Ol‘ Mare came to a complete halt, the real estate

investments made by the Jentsch family all ended up in stillbirth, and the upfront capital invested

vanished like smoke.

All of it, every bit.

The three nightclubs operated by the Redwine family in Ol‘ Mare, the chain restaurants opened in Ol‘

Mare, the high–end internet cafes operated in Sunhaven for several years, and the recently invested

transoceanic bridge…

In just two short days, the direct losses for the Redwine family exceeded ten billion. As the vital artery

for north–south trade, the aftermath of this battle caused immeasurable indirect losses. Without

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exaggeration, the three major families were almost completely devastated, becoming the laughingstock

of the entire northern region.

Meanwhile, at the ancestral home of the Redwine family…

“You bastard!”

Family head Vince’s eyes were bloodshot. He viciously lashed his cane onto Dallas‘ back.

“Do you

you realize what you’ve done? Because of your reckless actions, our Redwine family has regressed to

at least 20 years! If our ancestors knew, they’d crawl out of their graves in frustration! Ooh, how I want

nothing more than to whip you to death!”

Dallas knelt on the ground, his back oozing blood as he cried heart–wrenchingly. He was the

eldest son, once highly favored by Vince.

No more. He became the scapegoat for the entire Redwine family, nearly dooming its future. The fact

that Vince did not cast him out was already the greatest mercy.

“Dad, Frank!”

Redwine family’s third son, the ever–so timid and honest Frank, bowed. A barely noticeable glint

flickered in his eyes as he spoke slowly, gaining determination. “There were some things I didn’t dare to

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say, but now-

He raised his head slowly, his voice gradually becoming firm. “Who do you think controls Ol‘ Mare and

Zabaleta? Is it Roslyn, Blaine, or that old man Cingen? Who can kill the nine Grandmasters? Who can

make the industries of the three major families collapse within two days?

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“Only Alexander Kane!”

The cane in Vince’s hand froze.

Dallas also trembled, slowly looking at Frank as if seeing him for the first time. Did he even know

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what he was saying? How could Alexander be so formidable?

“You all always thought I was useless, but I am a descendant of the Redwine family, flowing with the

blood of the Redwine lineage.”

Frank lowered his head again, his voice incredibly heavy. “In the past year, too many things have

happened in Ol‘ Mare. The rise of the New Chesire Group, the death of Mister Hardy, the demise of

many forces… Everything that happened revolved around one man, Alexander Kane.

“I cannot fathom Alexander’s strength, but I can swear it is absolutely for the good of our Redwine

family. At this point, our only way out is not to continue resisting Alexander.

“We must recognize reality and apologize to him for our mistakes!”

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