Chapter 216

As soon as Fitch gave his order, over 20 black-clad bodyguards swiftly sealed off the entire corridor.

Whether it was the onlooking customers or the people inside the private rooms, as long as Fitch did not allow

it, no one could leave. This was the charisma of Mister Duncan. With his family background, no matter how

big a commotion he caused, the Duncan family could easily handle it.

“No!”

In the corridor, a few second-generation rich kids turned pale. “M-Mister Duncan, calm down! We just heard

some noise and came over to see what was happening. Why do you need to seal the entire venue? We have

nothing to do with this!”

Some timid female customers, intimidated by the indifferent black-clad bodyguards, were trembling and on

the verge of tears.

“Don't be afraid.” Fitch’s voice was low, and a hint of cold light flashed in his eyes. “I’m letting you stay here

just to be witnesses. Open your eyes widely, and see the fate that awaits anyone who dares to provoke me!

“Daring to be unruly in my karaoke establishment? Hmph! Truly ignorant of the depths of Walganus Capital,

unaware of what true power means!”

Behind Fitch, Mister Hill could not contain his joy. He watched the back of Alexander from afar, the arrogance

in his eyes growing thicker.

‘Do you see this, boy? Mister Duncan is here! The renowned Mister Duncan in Walganus Capital is just this

domineering. You wanted to make me feel regret, didn’t you? Now that Mister Duncan is here, show some guts

and turn if you dare! You'll die today!”

“Mister Duncan!”

At the entrance of the private room, Trevor squeezed through. They could still see the blood at the corner of his mouth. He

pointed at Alexander’s back, voice filled with resentment. “That's him! That’s the kid!

“He not only beat me and Spencer but also drugged my employee! Mister Duncan, we're business partners. I specially brought

my employees to spend time at your establishment today! I’ve always supported you, so you

have to help me. Today, he must die!”

Fitch’s gaze darkened, and he nodded at Trevor. He then slowly walked to the broken door of the private room.

Staring fixedly at Alexander’s back, he spoke slowly. “You're the troublemaker in the private room?”

Alexander stood by the window, his back to Fitch. It was hard to tell if he was smiling or not as he said, “You

just said you want to kill me?”

As he spoke, he slowly turned.

His eyes were like two sharp arrows as he gazed at Fitch’s face.

The moment Fitch laid eyes on Alexander’s appearance, a loud buzz echoed in his mind. It was as if lightning

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It was him!

Above the five major families, sitting on equal footing with Regulus Windsur of Wyverna, the master of the army that dominated

the northern frontier, the current strongest Lord of War, the master of the Temple of War-

Alexander Kane!

“Sir... Sir Kane!”

With an outsider present, Fitch could not possibly reveal Alexander’s true identity. What was about to be a slip

of the tongue-‘Lord Alexander’-turned into a hesitant ‘Sir Kane’.

Regret gnawed at his heart.

‘Trevor and Mister Hill be damned. Did you two have any idea how terrifying the figure before you was? Now that you’ve

provoked this guy, forget the Duncan family-even the heads of the five major families will have goosebumps!’

“Sir Kane... Oh, right, he does have the surname Kane! You don’t have to be so polite. His name is Alexander!”

Trevor, who was standing beside Fitch, obviously had not caught on. His eyes burned with hatred as he added,

“Mister Duncan, have your bodyguards deal with him! We're business partners, and you must avenge me!”

“‘Avenge you by making a move against Lord Alexander? Are you tired of living?”

Fitch gritted his teeth. A thunderous and unanticipated heavy punch landed squarely on Trevor’s face.

With a miserable scream, Trevor's nasal bone broke, causing him to howl in pain. “W-Why did you hit me,

Mister Duncan!? You should be hitting Alexander! You got the wrong person!”

‘Wrong person? You ignorant fool, I’m hitting you!’

Fitch’s anger surged as he unleashed a torrent of punches and kicks on Trevor. He also kicked the

dumbfounded Mister Hill to the ground and grabbed a solid wooden chair from the side, madly striking both of

them.

Crash!

After a solid five minutes of beating, he finally gasped for breath, threw away the chair, and bowed deeply to Alexander, his face

full of shame.

“Sir Kane, every mistake is mine. Please forgive me!”