Chapter 248
His Lordship Alexander Kane
Anyone else might have been helpless against Viperâs threat. Not even the most skilled commandos could have saved Amber
without a scratch from those thugs.
However, Alexander was no ordinary guy.
He was the commander of the Alex Legion, the undefeated and most powerful Lord of War-Lord of War Temple.
âBriscoe is dead.â
He emotionlessly stared down at Viper and the gang as they frantically reloaded their guns. âIâm not telling you this to make you
surrender. Iâm telling you because, just like Briscoe, your fate is sealed-youâre all going down!â
The moment the last word hung in the air, Alexander seized the split second of shock on the banditsâ faces to launch his attack.
With a thunderous stomp, his right foot unleashed a torrent of power onto the fishing boatâs deck.
The deck, built of tough alloy, ripped apart like tissue paper under Alexanderâs might, cracks racing out like a spiderweb,
reaching right under Viperâs feet.
âYou dare...â
Viper, caught by surprise, tried to sidestep the spreading fissures, his body wobbling for just an instant.
However, that instant was all it took-his fate was sealed.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, as Viper faltered, Alexander blurred into motion, closing the gap with terrifying speed. He lunged forward,
his right hand shooting out to snatch and grab.
The gleaming dagger in Viperâs grasp was effortlessly taken by Alexander, who swiftly reversed the blade and slashed across
Viperâs throat.
âAck! Ugh...â
Viperâs retreat turned into a stagger, his body locking up.
His hands shot up instinctively, clutching at the gushing wound on his neck, but it was no use.
Blood erupted like a fountain. Within seconds, his eyes widened, and he collapsed with a heavy thud, his body giving a few final
twitches before falling silent.
âHe killed Viper!â
âGuys, shoot! Take him down!â
The remaining bandits, more than twenty of them, had their guns loaded and aimed at Alexander, Enraged,
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Anyone else might have been helpless against Viperâs threat. Not even the most skilled commandos could
have saved Amber without a scratch from those thugs.
However, Alexander was no ordinary guy.
He was the commander of the Alex Legion, the undefeated and most powerful Lord of War-Lord of War
Temple.
âBriscoe is dead.â
He emotionlessly stared down at Viper and the gang as they frantically reloaded their guns. âIâm not telling
you this to make you surrender. Iâm telling you because, just like Briscoe, your fate is sealed-you're all going
down!â
The moment the last word hung in the air, Alexander seized the split second of shock on the banditsâ faces to
launch his attack.
With a thunderous stomp, his right foot unleashed a torrent of power onto the fishing boatâs deck.
The deck, built of tough alloy, ripped apart like tissue paper under Alexanderâs might, cracks racing out like a
spiderweb, reaching right under Viperâs feet.
âYou dare...â
Viper, caught by surprise, tried to sidestep the spreading fissures, his body wobbling for just an instant.
However, that instant was all it took-his fate was sealed.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, as Viper faltered, Alexander blurred into motion, closing the gap with terrifying speed. He lunged forward,
his right hand shooting out to snatch and grab.
The gleaming dagger in Viperâs grasp was effortlessly taken by Alexander, who swiftly reversed the blade and
slashed across Viperâs throat.
âAck! Ugh...â
Viperâs retreat turned into a stagger, his body locking up.
His hands shot up instinctively, clutching at the gushing wound on his neck, but it was no use.
Blood erupted like a fountain. Within seconds, his eyes widened, and he collapsed with a heavy thud, his body giving a few final
twitches before falling silent.
âHe killed Viper!â
âGuys, shoot! Take him down!â
The remaining bandits, more than twenty of them, had their guns loaded and aimed at Alexander, Enraged,
Alas, they were just too slow.
In the moment of crisis, Alexander wasted no time. He pulled Amber, who was shaking with fear, to safety behind him. His body
dropped low, spinning on the heel of his left foot, his right leg lashing out like a whip.
It was a devastating sweep, a gust of wind that scattered leaves in its wake.
Ashockwave of force erupted from Alexander's leg, hitting the bandits square in the chest like the swing of a giant bellâs clapper.
Over twenty bandits shook violently, their bones crushed, blood spilling from their lips. They did not even have a chance to fire
their guns. Each and every one of them was dead before they hit the ground, the deck awash in a sea of red.
The first body hit the deck with a thump. Then another, and another.
Over twenty in total dropped dead before Alexander and Amber without so much as a final twitch.
Silence fell over the fishing boat. The only sound was the engineâs low growl, a stark contrast to the stillness that then enveloped
the scene of carnage, a testament to the manâs formidable power.
He, Alexander, had saved his beloved once more.
âAll clear now.â
He did not even look at the fallen as he gently removed the tape from Amberâs mouth, then tenderly stroked her hair, his smile
reassuring. âDonât worry, Iâve got you.â
Just three words, but to Amber, they were a lifeline, a warmth that filled her with tears of relief. Her body quivered with the
knowledge that she was finally safe.
Her husband, her protector, Alexander, miraculously saved her from the clutches of cold-blooded murderers in
what seemed like an impossible feat.
Was that the same man she married? He was incredibly strong and truly remarkable!
âAlex...â
Overwhelmed, she did not know how to put her feelings into words. Tears she had been fighting back
streamed down her face as she lunged into Alexanderâs arms, sobbing uncontrollably. âIâm sorry, Iâve caused
you trouble again!â
Alexander wrapped his arms around her, his eyes soft with adoration.
The Ellis and Hart families had long schemed to kidnap Amber for leverage, and despite being on guard, it was
nearly impossible to prevent. Amber, his dear wife, had endured so much already.
âIt's all over here. My brothers-in-arms will handle the rest.â
He gently caressed Amberâs hair, then tenderly lifted her chin, his voice a soothing whisper.
âNow, letâs head home.â