His Lordship Alexander Kane



The assassins secretly trained by Jonathan were not domestic martial arts experts, but rather desperados recruited from the North.

There were precisely eight of them, with some having even served as international mercenaries.

Though their numbers were not plentiful, their strength was sufficient to contend with ordinary second-rate noble families. Especially armed with the latest weaponry, they could hold their own against even peak martial arts Grandmasters without hesitation.

"Mister Walbeer!" In less than half an hour, the eight assassins, fully armed, swiftly arrived at the entrance of the expressway. They bowed to Jonathan, exuding an aura of murderous intent. "The assassination team is ready to depart at any moment!"

All were present.

Jonathan sat in the armored Mercedes-Benz, glanced at the phone beside him, then shut it down. He raised his hand abruptly, his face filled with fierceness. "Our target: return to the Ninth Mining Zone of the Wafford Mining Corporation!

"Kill Alexander Kane!"

The Walbeer family convoy swiftly turned around, carrying the business personnel of the Walbeer Mining Company, speeding towards the Ninth Mining Zone.

Meanwhile...

"Mister Redwine."

In the Walbeer family mansion, Thorin held an old-fashioned plastic phone, dialing Frank's number. His wrinkled face showed unusual deference. "I apologize for the intrusion, and I hope you will forgive me. A minor incident has occurred in the northwest, and I am somewhat undecided. Therefore, I have come specifically to seek your advice.

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Thousands of kilometers away, in the northern Redwine family, Frank sat on the sofa in the villa's living room, listening to Thorin's report. His brows unconsciously furrowed.

No smoke without fire.

It had only been a few days since the Walbeer family swore allegiance to the Redwine family. Thorin, with his considerable age, had seen all sorts of storms. Could it be that he could not make a decision?

Although he called it a 'minor incident verbally, in reality, it was probably a matter of life and death for the Walbeer family.

"Speak frankly." Frank's furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and he smiled confidently. "Regardless of the scale, as long as it's not breaking the law, my family can handle it for you.

"Even if my family is unable, there are three other major families, and there's also the esteemed Mister Kane! You can doubt anyone, but you can always trust Mister Kane.

"In Wyverna, even in the whole world, there's nothing Mister Kane can't accomplish."

Mister Kane...also surnamed Kane!

"Mister Redwine..." Thorin's heart skipped a beat, tentatively asking, "Forgive my boldness, but could you clarify the identity of this Mister Kane and whether there's any connection to the Kane family, one of the four major families?

"Also... Could you kindly inform me of the real name of this Mister Kane?"

Thorin was not particularly influential, but his curiosity was substantial.

Frank shook his head with a smile, his tone gradually becoming serious, "Your Walbeer family has already sworn allegiance to my Redwine family. Naturally, you fall under the command of Mister Kane. It's not out of the question to tell you his name.

"But remember, the identity of Mister Kane must be kept strictly confidential, absolutely no disclosure to any outsiders."

Thorin's heart tightened, nodding repeatedly while clutching his phone, "Mister Redwine, please speak. I will keep it confidential!"

All that mattered was that he would keep it a secret.

"The true identity of Mister Kane is only known to the four major families in the north, unknown to outsiders." Frank slowly rose from the sofa, looking into the distance toward the northwest with great respect.

He continued, "On the surface, he's just the son-in-law of Ol' Mare's New Chesire Group. He's the husband of general manager Amber Chesire, serving as the head of the group's security department.

"In reality, he's the sole heir of the northern Kane family, the renowned Lord of War, a globally feared warrior, the strongest of his time, standing shoulder to shoulder with the ruler of Wyverna. He towers at the pinnacle of this world!"

In the Walbeer family estate, Thorin trembled violently, as if struck by lightning, his aged body involuntarily swaying, the plastic phone in his hand nearly slipping to the ground.

'It's him. It's really him!'

Just as feared, the young man his only grandson provoked in the Wafford Mining Corporation area of the Ninth Mining Zone turned out to be the legendary figure!

"Hm?" In the Redwine family living room, Frank evidently realized something, gripping his phone tightly, his voice suddenly cold, "Thorin, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would've forgotten. Both Mister Kane and his wife are in the northwest now.

"For you to ask me this now..."

Thorin felt tears welling up in his eyes, though none fell. "Mister Redwine, this time you must save me, please save our Walbeer family!"

His voice trembled as he clutched his phone, the nearly 70-year-old man's face drained of color with fear. "It just happened..."

He recounted in detail how Jonathan had offended Alexander, then wailed, "Mister Redwine, it's all because of that brat in our family! He's blinded and has offended Mister Kane recklessly. If Mister Kane holds a grudge...

"Mister Redwine, you're highly regarded by Mister Kane. Only you can save the Walbeer family now. I'm bowing to you here!'

As he spoke, he knelt down, banging his forehead against the phone, his forehead instantly turning blood-red. "Cursed be!" In the Redwine family living room, Frank gripped the phone tightly, his teeth grinding audibly.

Utter scoundrels!

The Walbeer family relied on the Redwine family. He had reported this news to Alexander just two days ago. At that time, Alexander had only smiled faintly, showing no clear stance.

It was obvious that Mister Kane had given face to the Redwine family and not wiped out the Walbeer family completely. However, instead of restraining themselves, the Walbeer family had become even more brazen, daring to provoke Mister Kane again!

"Thorin, your family is digging its own grave!"

The more Frank thought about it, the angrier he became. His fingers nearly crushed the phone, every word emphasized, "With Mister Kane's status, how dare your grandson repeatedly offend him? And now you want me to speak up for your Walbeer family?

"You must be daydreaming! If you want to save your Walbeer family, show sincerity. Apologize to Mister Kane in person and seek his forgiveness. Otherwise, there's no other way!"

With a sharp click, he hung up the phone.