Chapter 253

“You're not going to die.”

Alexander looked down at Mister Jackman, who was sprawled on the ground, his cries of pain filling the air.

He held back from further attacks.

He ignored the four bodyguards and Asher nearby, his voice steady. “I've made it clear. Either make a sincere

offer of compensation, or I'll bring down your entire Jackman family.

“Sincerity means following through: A hundred fifty thousand dollars in compensation for each villager, and

the factory shuts down today, with me taking charge.

“In this deal, your Jackman family is getting off easy.”

Mister Jackman writhed in agony on the ground, his voice raw from screaming, his words laced with venom

and fury. “You dare to strike me?! You actually dare... Do you have any idea who I am?!

“I'm Matthew, the third son of the Jackman family, and my elder brother is a legend in the fighters community

up north-Leandro, ranked eighty-third among the Chart of Fighters!

“How dare you disrespect my family. How dare you hurt me like this! My brother will make you pay! The Jackman family don’t

take this lying down!”

The name Leandro meant nothing to Alexander. After all...

Whether it was some hotshot from the Jackman family or even the big boss himself, none of them were worth a second glance in

front of the Lord of War.

“Finished with your little speech?”

Alexander looked at Matthew icily. “I gave you your chance, and you wasted it. I’ve got no mercy for those who

miss their shot.”

With those words, he stomped lightly.

The ground shattered like glass, and the flying debris zoomed like bullets, ready to end Matthew’s life.

In that split second...

“Mister Jackman!”

Four bodyguards, eyes wide with terror, leaped in front of Matthew, shielding him with their bodies. “Please, hold back your

wrath! Even if not for our sake, then for decency’s sake, spare us!” they pleaded to Alexander. *

We'll make it right!”

However, their cries did not stop the stones from hitting home.

The four muscular guards, built like tanks, were as fragile as paper mache against the flying shards. Bones snapped like twigs,

and it was impossible to count how many were broken. One guard was killed instantly, his head obliterated by the stony assault.

+15 BONOS

“Alex...”

Next to Alexander, Asher was paralyzed with fear, shaking uncontrollably, his heart racing to a stop at the horrific sight.

He had pegged Alex as nothing more than Amber’s kept man, a pretty face with no real talent, living off his wife’s family.

He finally leamed the truth. Alex was a force to be reckoned with. He did not even flinch when taking down the young master of

the northern Jackman family. With just a few swift moves, he laid waste to those tough- looking bodyguards.

Was he even human?

He was more like a demon straight out of hell, an unbeatable tyrant!

“Asher.”

Without raising his hand again, Alexander ignored the groans of the bodyguards and Matthew on the ground.

He turned to Asher, offering a slight smile. “You represent the Chesire family estate. It’s your call. Should they pay up, or should

we end them right here?”

Asher was shaking like a leaf, swallowing hard, his voice quivering, “Alex, maybe we shouldn't kill. I’m scared!

The villagers need money for healthcare. Let’s have them pay instead.”

Money as compensation? That sounded good.

Alexander’s eyes landed on one of the less injured Jackman family bodyguards, and he spoke in a low voice,” The Jackman

family will cover all the losses suffered by the villagers of the Chesire family estate.

“We'll sort out the rest later. For now, get a hundred fifty million dollars ready, to be split among the villagers’

accounts.

“Otherwise, there will be no forgiveness.”