Chapter 268
His Lordship Alexander Kane
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The Four Envoys and Sam sprung into action.
It was like a whirlwind sweeping across flat ground, the entire corridor overwhelmed by a strong gust. Their figures were
impossible to discem with the naked eye, resembling five phantom images that instantly rushed to the front of George and the
others.
Five grandmasters, murderous intent soaring.
The forces of their punches and kicks were beyond belief, appearing deceptively casual but possessing
boundless power. It was like unyielding steel pillars capable of crushing anything, mercilessly slamming toward the heads of
George and his companions.
âWe fight!â George roared and wielded his mountain-cutting knife, confronting the Tyrant of the East's fist, but-
The blade shattered!
The alloy material of the mountain-cutting knife, like fragile paper, was easily torn apart by the Tyrant of the Eastâs punch. The
subsequent force hardly weakened at all, solidly crashing into Georgeâs chest.
âAhh!â George screamed in agony, blood spraying from his mouth. He flew backward, knocking over the bodyguards behind him.
They continued to spew blood, completely losing their fighting capacity.
Luca and the frontline security guards also suffered severe blows. With a single move, the other three chief disciples and Sam
repelled them, causing their chests to cave in, breaking numerous ribs. They lay on the ground, unable to get up.
In just a glance, the victor was clear.
If it were not for their long-term endurance training, robust physique, and sturdy bones, their injuries would not be as simple as
severe. They would have died.
âTrivial ants. Not worth a strike.â Tyrant of the East flexed his wrist, looking at the struggling George and the others with a sneer.
âI thought youâd have something good enough to keep you going. Turns s out you're just like wax guns-looks good but useless!â
At the entrance to the presidential suite, Bella, with half of her ten white and delicate fingers already adorned with nail polish,
glanced indifferently at George. She spoke softly. âNot dead yet, are you? Your bones are quite tough!
âNow that you've kept one life, cherish it! George, prostrate yourself before me. Keep doing it until I'm satisfied, and the words I
said earlier still stand. Once I take over New Chesire Group, I'll reserve the position of general manager for you!â
George was barely conscious, blood streaking from the corners of his mouth, a cold smile forced onto his face.
He refused to yield!
Lord Kane rode in a fighter jet and had arrived at Olâ Mare. He might reach anytime soon. With him around, the entire Jackman
family was nothing more than chickens and dogs. Forget Bella.
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âOh? Are you laughing?â As she spoke, Bella finished painting another nail. The corner of her eye swept over George and the
others. With a light chuckle, she said, âSince you like to laugh, I'll let you laugh to your heartâs
content.
âEast Envoy, shut him up! Make him suffer, but make him keep that smile forever!â
Beside her, the Tyrant of the East sneered and got to George. He opened his right hand and swung.
This slap shattered the left side of Georgeâs face, tearing muscles and skin instantly. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. If
George had not clenched his teeth tightly, even his teeth would have been blown
away.
âYour bones are hard, and your teeth are strong.â Bella finished the last nail, blew a gentle breath in front of her lips, and admired
her masterpiece with satisfaction. She giggled and said, âMy nails are done. The game should be over.
âMen, kill them all.â
Sam and the Four Envoys grinned, moving forward simultaneously. The strongest envoy, Tyrant of the East, had a visible
turbulent white airflow covering the surface of his palm. He aimed at George's left temple and
flashed past.
He had half a foot in the threshold of the supreme grand martial realm, far surpassing the martial arts master. George would die
the second his palm collided with him.
âJackman family...â At this moment, George had almost lost the will to survive, staring fixedly at Bellaâs eyes. as if trying to
remember this snake-like face forever.
The powerful wind hit!
Tyrant of the Eastâs palm and Georgeâs temple were less than half a millimeter apart, about to blow up Georgeâs head.
However...
âThe Jackman family wasnât worthy of death, and I didnât intend to uproot them completely,â a young manâs voice, seemingly from
nowhere, echoed through the crowded corridor, resonating in everyoneâs ears and hearts in an instant.
âBut Iâve changed my mind. I declare that within three days, the entire Jackman family will not be spared!â