Chapter 223

Chapter 0223

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He got to choose how he would die?

Laying on the floor, Frank could feel his neck nearly broken. He turned deathly pale, and his obese body trembled uncontrollably.

His eyes revealed immense fear.

How could Alexander, the discharged soldier, be so formidable, so overpowering?

“M-Mister Perry...” A black-clad bodyguard gulped and fearfully approached Frank. His voice trembled as he said, “He’s not an

ordinary discharged soldier. With just the six of us, we can’t even harm a single hair on him!”

Frank’s body shuddered, his eyeballs rolling a few times. He struggled to get up but managed to force out a faint smile. “Mister

Kane, I...”

Alexander’s gaze turned cold. His figure shot forward like lightning, his right foot descending like a battle ax and solidly crashing

onto Frank's left shoulder.

Frank’s left scapula was shattered by this kick. His entire body rolled and flew backward, violently colliding with the wall of the

office behind him. He bounced off and hit the ground. Every bone in his body felt like it was about to break.

“Did I tell you to stand?” He looked down at Frank, who was writhing and crying on the ground. “Answer my earlier question. How

do you want to die? Choose for yourself.”

The six bodyguards were horrified and instinctively retreated. They did not even have the courage to intervene.

The man in front of them was truly too powerful. He was a devil, a prehistoric beast-a ruthless and cold-

blooded god of death!

“I... [don’t want to die!”

Frank covered his left shoulder with his right hand, rolling on the ground and wailing. Tears and snot flowed together as he cried

like a pig to be slaughtered. “Mister Kane... No! Sir Kane! I know how powerful you are. I was wrong, and I’m so sorry! I was

blind and ignorant. I was wrong!”

Alexander’s gaze remained indifferent. “Wrong about what? Continue.”

Frank hesitated for a moment and quickly got to his knees, no longer covering his shoulder. He slapped his

own face and burst into tears. “I shouldn’t have taken the land from Amber, shouldn’t have cursed so much!

“I shouldn’t have offended Miss Chesire, harbored unrealistic fantasies, and certainly shouldn’t have offended you... I truly

realize my mistakes. I don’t want to die, I beg for your mercy!”

Mercy?

Alexander snorted. “Do you even deserve to die by my hand?”

With that, he slowly raised a finger, his gaze indifferent. “If you want to live, show some sincerity in begging for

mercy. You know what to do.”

As he said this, he slowly scanned Frank’s face, then turned and walked away.

“What to do, what to do...” Frank watched Alexander’s receding figure, trembling. Suddenly, he crawled and scrambled outside,

screaming incessantly.

“Drive! Follow Sir Kane, quickly!”

Larkspur County, a mid-range hotel suite.

Amber sat on the sofa, silently checking other plots of land in Larkspur County on her phone, her brow tightly furrowed.

These plots were only average. Although they could cultivate the Tigerbite Grass Herb, the area was too small. Even if a

cultivation base were established, it would be challenging to meet the production needs of New

Chesire Group.

Creak! The door slowly pushed open from the outside, and Alexander walked in with a smile.

Glancing at Amber's phone screen, he smiled and said, “What’s up? Looking for land?”

“Yeah,” Amber responded bitterly. “This trip to Larkspur County is probably in vain. We can’t afford to provoke Frank Perry, and

other plots of land aren’t suitable. Let’s forget it and return to Ol’ Mare, think of other

solutions.”

Amber picked up her small bag wistfully and headed toward the door.

Just as she reached the doorway...

“Miss Chesire!” In the corridor outside the door, Frank was covered in injuries, his shoulders not even bandaged. As soon as he

saw Amber, he knelt and cried. “Please forgive me! I beg for your mercy... Spare my life!”