Chapter 307

“Sir Kane!”

Upon seeing Alexander at the entrance, Wanda tearfully latched onto him like he was her lifeline.

He made it. He was finally there!

Moments before, she had feared he and Ray had fled in the Porsche. To her relief, they remained.

In the most desperate moment, Alex had not let her down. He was like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness,

saving her once more from Marcus’ evil grasp.

Alex’s embrace was her sanctuary, a place of endless comfort even when he stood alone.

“Ray,”

Alexander calmly stepped slightly to the side, gently releasing Wanda from his hold. He then turned to Ray, who stood behind

him, and said quietly, “Get Miss Briers to the car.”

Ray did not miss a beat. He dashed in from outside the Briers, this way, please!”

“Sir Kane...”

a gave Wanda a respectful bow, and said, “Miss

Wanda bit her lip, her gaze lingering on Alexander with a mix of emotions before she reluctantly followed Ray out the door and

settled into the back seat of the Porsche. Nearby, Kelvin and his parents huddled together, peeking into the villa’s yard from

behind Ray, visibly shaken.

“Mister Marcus Ledger!”

In the courtyard, Andrew, Hec, and Hunter retreated to Marcus‘ side. They glanced at the eight fallen bodyguards, then at

Alexander, who stood at the entrance. Their voices shook as they spoke.

“It was him! He’s the one who chopped off our fingers!”

“That guy Ray, he’s just a martial artist with vital energy tricks. Alexander gave him a few tips, and just like that, he took us down

with a single move!”

Their words were no exaggeration.

To them, Alexander’s abilities were off the charts. The way he sliced off their fingers with such force and speed was something

not even the fighter community's Grandmaster could match, let alone be replicated in action movies.

That was no cinematic stunt-it was the real deal.

“Is your last name Kane?”

Marcus stood at the top of the living room steps, looking down at Alexander condescendingly. There was not a hint of fear on his

face, only a smirk of disdain. “You roughed up my guys back in Ol’ Mare, but this isn’t Ol Mare-this is Zabaleta!

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Marcus loomed at the top of the living room steps, his cruel smile wider than ever. “Miss Briers, you seem fond of running. How

about another try?” he taunted.

“Strip and make your way to the second-floor bedroom. We've got all night, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it,” he

sneered with a twisted joy.

Panic surged through Wanda, her heart pounding against her ribs. She could not think, could only run toward the back door of

the villa, her voice rising in a desperate plea, “Sir Kane, save me, please save me!”

Sir Kane?

A flicker of confusion crossed Marcus's face, then anger. “Catch her!” he roared.

Like a trio of predators, Andrew, Hec, and Hunter sprang into action, closing the distance in a heartbeat, nearly

upon Wanda.

In a split second, as lightning—quick as their approach, something unexpected happened.

Aloud crash echoed through the night.

Amere ten meters away, the massive door, crafted from alloy steel, burst apart with a thunderous crash. It shattered like fragile

scrap metal, scattering debris across the sky. Amid the flying shards, seven or eight figures were flung to the ground in a chaotic

heap.

“What the...”

The three onlookers’ eyes widened in shock, and they stumbled backward, their hearts racing as they caught sight of the young

man standing in the doorway.

It was him!

The same guy who, back at Sunlight Club, casually outsmarted a burly, dark-skinned man, taking down two of the fighting

community’s Grandmasters with ease, and even snipping off their thumbs.

Alexander, the formidable youth!

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“Sir Kanel”

Upon seeing Alexander at the entrance, Wanda tearfully latched onto him like he was her lifeline.

He made it. He was finally there!

Moments before, she had feared he and Ray had fled in the Porsche. To her relief, they remained.

In the most desperate moment, Alex had not let her down. He was like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness,

saving her once more from Marcus’ evil grasp.

Alex’s embrace was her sanctuary, a place of endless comfort even when he stood alone.

“Ray.”

Alexander calmly stepped slightly to the side, gently releasing Wanda from his hold. He then turned to Ray.

who stood behind him, and said quietly. “Get Miss Briers to the car.”

Ray did not miss a beat. He dashed in from outside the villa, gave Wanda a respectful bow, and said, “Miss

Briers, this way, please!”

“Sir Kane...”

Wanda bit her lip, her gaze lingering on Alexander with a mix of emotions before she reluctantly followed Ray

out the door and settled into the back seat of the Porsche. Nearby, Kelvin and his parents huddled together.

peeking into the villa’s yard from behind Ray, visibly shaken.

“Mister Marcus Ledger!”

In the courtyard, Andrew, Hec, and Hunter retreated to Marcus‘ side. They glanced at the eight fallen bodyguards, then at

Alexander, who stood at the entrance. Their voices shook as they spoke.

“It was him! He’s the one who chopped off our fingers!”

“That guy Ray, he’s just a martial artist with vital energy tricks. Alexander gave him a few tips, and just like

that, he took us down with a single move!”

Their words were no exaggeration.

To them, Alexander’s abilities were off the charts. The way he sliced off their fingers with such force and speed was something

not even the fighter community's Grandmaster could match, let alone be replicated in

action movies.

That was no cinematic stunt-it was the real deal.

“Is your last name Kane?”

Marcus stood at the top of the living room steps, looking down at Alexander condescendingly. There was not a hint of fear on his

face, only a smirk of disdain. “You roughed up my guys back in Ol‘ Mare, but this isn’t Ol‘ Mare-this is Zabaleta!

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“I've heard about Alexander in Ol‘ Mare, a guy who took over the underground with some pretty slick moves.

That’s you. Isn’t it?

“Wanda’s boldness suddenly made sense. She had you in her corner all along. What a shame, such a crying shame. She’s

clueless about the lengths the Ledger family will go to!”

Alexander strolled into the yard, hands casually behind his back, stepping away from the chaos of the villa’s entrance. He

watched Marcus with a distant, detached gaze as if he were looking at a corpse.

To Alexander, Marcus was nothing more than a waste of space, better off buried and forgotten.

“Let's cut to the chase, Alexander. What's your price?” Marcus tried to gauge Alexander’s reaction, a hint of at challenge in his

brow before he broke into a mocking sneer.

“Everyone has their price, and you're no different. Fifteen million? A hundred fifty million? Money is the least of the Ledger

family’s worries!

“The Ledger family would like to be on your good side. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. Just as long as you-

Alexander’s eyes dropped; cutting through the nonsense with a quiet command, “Apologize.”

Marcus was momentarily stunned, clearly having misunderstood. He threw his head back and laughed heartily. “Alexander,

you're funnier than I thought! An apology? If sorry was worth anything, we wouldn’t need

fists!

“Let me make it clear: In this little town of Zabaleta, the Ledger family rules. We are the law, the very sky! Expecting a small-time

celebrity to apologize to me is the biggest joke of all!”

Alexander just shook his head slowly, unamused.

He once pegged Marcus as just another pompous bully, throwing his weight around. It was clear he was beyond help—a

complete fool.

“You lack emotional smarts, and you think too highly of yourself.”

His eyes fixed on Marcus, calm and unflinching, his voice emotionless. “I mean it. You owe Miss Briers an

apology.

“An apology might not keep you breathing, but without one, you’re signing your own death warrant!”