Chapter 194

Chapter 0194

Dead?

Alexander cast a quick, dismissive glance at the thug with a knife scar on his face, known as Giano, before turning away and

handing the honeyed water to Yaser Gabrick. In a hushed tone, he instructed, “Give her the

water. No need to bother with these nobodies.”

Nobodies?

Giano’s face twisted with malice before Yaser could utter a word. Brandishing his machete, he pointed it at Alexander from a

distance. He licked his lips with a menacing sneer and taunted, “You think you're tough stuff in front of me, kid? I'll show you...”

He never finished his threat.

Next to the glass coffee table, Alexander rose smoothly, his movements suddenly swift. Everything happened in a flash as he

seemingly moved lightning-quick.

Giano’s eyes bulged, but he could not muster a response. His hefty frame, easily over one hundred kilograms, was sent flying

like a ragdoll struck by a freight train, crashing out the bar’s entrance with a thunderous boom.

Mid-flight, blood spurted from his mouth, and the impact sent his gang of over twenty young rascals tumbling.

howling in pain as they hit the ground.

“Not even a challenge!”

Alexander pulled back his fist and sauntered back to his seat. He casually sipped his cocktail and coolly

addressed Giano, “To call you an ant would be a compliment. If you don’t want to end up dead, better crawl

over here now!”

Outside the bar, Giano, disoriented from the fall, struggled to his feet after several attempts, his chest feeling

like it was caving in.

His gang was petrified on the spot, shivering as they gaped at Alexander. Their minds raced to comprehend

what in the world just happened.

Was Giano actually sent flying by that man’s punch in the blink of an eye?

Glano was known for his brutal strength in underground fights, rumored to take down a bull with a single

punch, yet he did not stand a chance against that man.

How could anyone be that formidable?

“Um, boss...”

Outside the bar, Giano finally got his legs under him, his earlier swagger gone. He approached Alexander with his head bowed,

blood still smeared at the corner of his mouth, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Boss, what... What crew are you with? I was blind to your stature. Please, have mercy. It was all Just a big

misunderstanding!”

Misunderstanding?

Alexander cradled his wine glass, his face an unreadable mask. “What did I tell you earlier? I said to roll over

here, not to walk! Roll again, and this is your last chance.”

Roll again?!

Ashadow crossed Giano ‘s face. His hands balled into lists before they slowly relaxed.

He could not not roll. He knew that even if no one else did, that man was not someone to mess with.

That casual punch from the man had been too fast for him to even see. What kind of power was that? Even if

he sent all his twenty-some guys at him, they would not be able to lay a finger on him! That guy was out of their league!

“TiLroll”

In full view of everyone, Giano silently went back to the bar entrance, got down on all fours, and rolled right up

to Alexander's feet.

Still not daring to rise, Giano stayed down, shaking. “Sir, I’ve rolled back. Please, don’t be mad!”

“Mad? Do you really think you’re worth my anger?”

Alexander swirled his wine glass as he coolly replied. “You took a punch and still managed to roll back to talk.

lll give you that, you've got guts.

“Ever heard of the New Chesire Group? Tomorrow, you and your gangs are going to check in there. I’ve already given HRa

heads-up, and you guys are going to be on the security team at New Chesire Group. And forget about gang life-it's time to quit

that scene.”

Huh?

Giano paused, taken aback, and glanced over at his gang. They all looked at each other, bewildered.

“Was this guy serious about us becoming security guards at New Chesire Group? Wait...wasn’t he a player in the gang world?

He’s with New Chesire Group?!” they thought.

“You got a problem with that?”

Alexander watched their puzzled faces, a slight smile on his lips. He set down his wine glass, stepped forward.

and picked up the machete Giano dropped. Gripping the handle in his right hand and pinching the blade with his left thumb and

forefinger, he began to apply pressure.

Creak, creak!

The machete, crafted from a tough alloy, contorted and warped In Alexander's grip. It let out a series of loud. metallic groans

until, with a resounding ‘bang’, it burst into a shower of metal fragments.

Everyone in the bar gasped, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Even Yaser, sitting across from Alexander, stared in

astonishment, his mouth going dry.

Man, that was intense!

+15 BONUS

He knew his cousin-in-law, Alexander, was a tough guy, but this? Crushing high-strength alloy like it was nothing, and he was not

even breaking a sweat! What kind of beastly strength was that?

If he got a hold of someone's bones, they would be rendered to dust in seconds. Their skulls, tool

“So, what's it gonna be? You in for a job at New Chesire Group as security guards?”

Alexander flicked the useless piece of metal from his fingers, shook off his hands with a nonchalant air, and towered over Giano

with a cool gaze. “You could say no, of course. However, I’m not known for being gentle

with the disobedient.”

“No, please, no!”

Giano was a wreck, bowing frantically to Alexander, his voice quivering. “Boss, I’ll fall in line, I swear it. Tomorrow, I'll get the

gangs to sign up as security guards for New Chesire Group!”

“Smart move,” Alexander said, cutting the chatter. He nodded toward the inebriated girl. “Your guy snatched her purse. Where is

it?”

With a rustle, the gang scrambled, combing through the bar's chaos to retrieve a small white purse. One of them, hands shaking,

offered it up to Alexander. “Boss, got the purse right here!”

Taking the purse without a glance at Giano’s gang, Alexander motioned to Yaser. “Let's help the lady and get out of here.”