Chapter 232

Chapter 0232

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Alexander Kane?

The head of the family, Briscoe Hart, stood in the courtyard with an alloy club in his hand. He stood in the middle of the other

fighters in the family. He looked at Neil and sneered.

Drake and Ghost Sword were his rivals in his younger days. They were there to seek revenge that day. What did that have

anything to do with Alexander Kane?.

“Neil Chesire.” He walked out of the crowd and looked at Neil. “Don’t think that I don’t know you have a long- standing grudge

against Alexander Kane. You can dream of using me to exact your revenge!”

Neil shuddered in alarm.

He became the deputy butler of the Hart family with his experience as a butler in the past. He thought he could use the powers of

this family to slowly find a way to exact his revenge.

He never thought that Briscoe would shatter his dreams.

“Do you think the Hart family are idiots to you?” Briscoe touched the alloy club in his hands. His tone got lower, almost a growl.

“You became the deputy butler all on your own skills. Even if you become the butler, as

long as you know your place, I won’t do or say anything. But you have ulterior motives, and we can’t have that!”

Then, he swung the club.

Before Neil could even beg for mercy, the club had hit his head. His head exploded, and brain matter splattered

all over. His headless body swayed a little and fell to the ground.

The great Neil Chesire of the Chesire family died just like that, and he went off with resentment.

“Dad!” Jerome sobbed and knelt on the ground. He prostrated himself at Briscoe. “Mister Hart, please have

mercy. My dad only wants revenge. He never wanted to lie to you! Please have mercy! Please have mercy!”

Briscoe harrumphed. He could not be bothered with useless men. “Someone, take this piece of trash out. Deal

with Neil Chesire’s body the usual way!”

The families of the underworld had their own rules. A few scary-looking thugs immediately followed orders. They knocked

Jerome out, then dragged him and Neil’s headless body out of the courtyard.

“Drake Hardy.” After dealing with the Chesire father-and-son duo, Briscoe kept his club and slowly walked

over to Drake. He said slowly, “Back when I killed your wife, the price I had to pay was to leave Tormora forever.

“I never thought that you’d still hold this grudge twenty years later and come to seek revenge. It’s a pity you and Ghost Sword

are still no match for me. Do you regret it?”

Drake was already on the brink of death. He turned to look at Ghost Sword. His gaze gleamed sadly.

Then, he looked straight into Briscoe’s eyes and enunciated, “The only regret I have is not killing you with my own hands. But

don’t be too smug. Even if I die, don’t you dream of ever stepping foot in Tormora. You won't

return there for the rest of your life!”

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What?

Briscoe raised an eyebrow and said coldly, “You're the most powerful one in Woolpackton. Now that you’re dead, who else can

stop me? Is it one of your men? They're nothing but trash. I'll just kill anyone that stands in my way!”

Drake shook his head and smiled. He looked at Briscoe condescendingly and slowly shut his eyes.

He failed to avenge his wife. Worse still, his energy was leaving him at an alarming rate. Among the darkness, a familiar face

appeared before his eyes.

Alexander.

“Alexander, I hand my daughter over to you. You have to keep your promise and take good care of her...” Drake muttered with

the remaining strength he had. Then, his head tilted as his final breath left him.

“What did you say?” Briscoe furrowed his brow and leaned in closer to Drake. He wanted to hear if he had any last words.

Alas, Drake’s voice was too soft. He only said it once, so Briscoe got nothing from it.

“Go and look into this!” Briscoe pondered for a while before waving and ordering, “Who is the biggest boss in Woolpackton? It

can’t be Tommy Lind. He isn’t worthy enough!”

A few men left as instructed. They immediately went to find out everything about Woolpackton.

“Dad.” A young man whose face was covered in blood quickly walked over and said with a smile, “I don’t care

who is the biggest boss of Woolpackton right now. I’ve already thought of our next target!”

What?

Briscoe’s eyes brightened. He looked at his son proudly and said with a smile, “Gordon, who are you thinking

of?”

The future heir of the Hart family, Briscoe’s eldest son, Gordon, pointed at Drake's corpse.

“Drake Hardy’s daughter, Acela Hardy.”