Chapter 116

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Dan wailed miserably as his wrist broke and his bones pierced through his flesh. He

was in excruciating pain.

The escort behind him was so terrified that her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

“A-Alexander!” Dan clutched his wrist weakly as his eyes reddened from the pain. ” Don’t you know that I’m with Harry Chesire

and Tony Coglione from Province Town? They now have a rule on Ol‘ Mare!” he hissed. “If you touch me now, they'll come

after you tomorrow!”

Dan was a thug after all. He was used to bloody fights. He still held it together up till that point. Tony and Harry were his final card

up his sleeve.

“Harry Chesire? Who the hell is he?” Alexander looked at Dan and said quietly. “As one of the bosses of the underworld in OI

Mare, not only did you not get stronger, but you also became someone else’s lapdog instead. You're no ‘boss’ at all! I'll let you

live today, though. You better sit still like the crippled man you are.”

George, who was next to Alexander, snickered. He took one step forward and raised.

his leg.

Crack!

“No-argh!”

Another shriek rang out. Dan’s perfect left arm was crushed badly under George’s foot. Even if William Abbott treated him, his

arm would no longer function.

“Let's go.” Alexander looked away. He ignored Dan and said, “Let’s head to the next target. St. Frost Mansion in the Western

suburbs, Harry Chesire.”

At that moment, at the bottom of Mount St. Frost in the Western suburbs of Ol‘ Mare.

This area was newly developed in Ol‘ Mare with a few mansions scattered around. They were only done not long ago, so there

were not many residents in the area.

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“Enough, Mister Chesire.” In the living room, a private doctor was carefully

wrapping Harry in bandages, sweating profusely. “You're terribly injured. The surgery can only set the bones. You'll need to

recuperate for at least three months.

Don’t engage in strenuous exercise.”

Harry gritted his teeth,

He saw how William took less than half an hour to cure that stupid cripple Patrick

Chesire’s limp at the Ol‘ Mare Stadium. His own surgery, however, took six hours. He was in so much pain, even after being put

on anesthesia, that he shuddered. There was a good chance he was going to be left with a disability, too.

“Fuck you, Alexander Kane!”

Harry instructed his men to send the doctor off before anger overwhelmed him with a string of curses. “Is everything ready? I

can’t wait any longer. We'll leave right away! We'll first kill George, then Alexander, then Patrick and his family! I want

them all dead!”

Tony quickly took a step forward. “Boss, our brothers-”

Aloud explosion rang out!

A few dozen meters away from the living room, the huge gates of the mansion were blown open. The gates were at least a few

hundred kilograms, yet it swung open and flew off its frame, landing right outside the living room.

“George Severn, Ray, and...Alexander!”

Tony was already by the door, leading about 20 skilled fighters. He glared at all three of them and barked, “I haven’t even gone to

look for you, yet you’ve already sent yourself to our doorstep. You really are looking to be killed off!”

Harry’s hand was wrapped in bandages, but it did not affect him piloting his wheelchair. He looked at Alexander and the others

from the living room he was in

and yelled, “Move out of my way!”

Tony and his men moved aside.

Harry was the boss no matter how maimed he was. He still had a terrifying aura, and

everyone still revered him.

“Alexander, have you caught wind of something? Have you come to accept your demise?”

Harry drove the wheelchair forward with a smirk. “I might be no match for you when I was fighting you alone in that cripple’s

house, but right now...

“Everyone, take him down!”

The fighters immediately pounced. Their speed was much faster than any ordinary thug.

In less than three seconds, they surrounded Alexander, George, and Ray.

“Let's talk first.” Alexander did not even look at them. He glanced at Harry and said, First, I’m here to tell you that Ol‘ Mare will

decide its own fate. It isn’t something Province Town or Kingstown could interfere in. No one gets a say.”

Alexander continued. “Second, you yelled at my parents—in-law the last time at Belmont Hill even before finding out the truth. I'm

really curious as to how you made a name for yourself in Province Town with such a low IQ. Neil Chesire tricked you, Harry. Can

you be any more stupid?”