Chapter 140

Nearby, the guests attending the auction turned toward the commotion.

They were shocked to see the bloodied floor and the whimpering security guards, as

well as the murderous Alexander.

“Who dares to cause trouble in Youphoria Nightclub?!”

Someone in the main hall yelled and commanded, “Men, arrest that kid!”

Soon, more than 20 security guards rushed over to Alexander with bats in their

hands.

“Hm?” Alexander eyed the attackers murderously. “One more step, and you'll die.”

All the guards stopped in their tracks, petrified by Alexander’s icy gaze.

They could not believe that a human could produce such a terrifying gaze. He looked at them as if they were mere ants that he

could squash with a lift of his finger.

Alexander Kane was death incarnate in their eyes.

“Speak!” Alexander glared at the security guards. “Where is your boss? Where is

Sean Winston? Also, where are Amber Chesire and Olivia Kane? If you dare to lie to

me, I'll kill you all!”

The guards shuddered. They were so frightened that they almost peed in their

pants. “The auction hasn't officially started. We don’t know where our boss is! You

may be strong, but-”

The guard was clearly trying to intimidate Alexander, but one look from Alexander

silenced him immediately. He no longer dared to say anything.

“The people you're auctioning off are my wife and daughter!” Alexander clenched his fists and said, “Tell your boss. Before I

started going on a killing spree, he better hand them over! If he dares to hurt them at all, everyone here will die!”

The guests were mortified by this.

How dare Alexander threaten them! They were the wealthiest people in

Woolpackton. Anyone of them would be able to easily buy off the entire Woolpackton!

“Dude, you said that the auction item tonight is your wife and daughter?” A middle- aged man stood up among the guests and

sneered at Alexander. “I don’t care if what you say is true. Tsk! You have no right to speak here. You-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Alexander waved his hand hard.

The middle-aged man flew away from the gust of wind caused by Alexander. He

landed on a few chairs in the hall.

“Ack! Ugh... That hurts, damn it!”

The middle-aged man struggled to get up. He gritted his teeth and looked at Alexander angrily. “How dare you touch me. I’ll-”

He stopped suddenly when he met Alexander’s threatening stare.

Acold air of murderous intention hung over in the air. Even the temperature seemed to have dropped. Chills ran down his back.

“That gaze...” The middle-aged man shuddered. His heart was pounding wildly.

The man felt chilled to the bone as though he had a near-death experience. He strongly believed he would die if he were to say

anything else.

“What's going on?”

Right at this moment, a young man’s voice rang out coldly from behind Alexander. “I heard someone’s causing a scene here and

claims to be looking for my father. Who

is it? Come out right now!”

Everyone in the hall immediately looked at the young man.

He was the son of the

boss of Youphoria Nightclub, nicknamed The Prince. He was influential in the underworld of Woolpackton. Even Harry Chesire

and his gang had

to respect him.

He walked over to Alexander and sized him up. Then, he harrumphed coldly. “You said that Amber Chesire is your wife and

Olivia Kane is your daughter? Look, I don’t care who they were. As long as they are at the Youphoria Nightclub, they are items

to be auctioned. You hear me? Now fuck off! If not, I'll make sure you'll be our bitch!”

Alexander narrowed his gaze at the term. He said slowly, “You're the son of the boss

of this club? Alright, then. Since you want to be a bitch, I'll fulfill your wish!”