Chapter 350

Chapter 0350

At the heart of Zabaleta, the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel stood silent as a tomb.

The hotel was a ghost town, its staff and patrons chased off by a squad of burly men in black, leaving only three men lounging in

the lobby.

Alexander, George Pay.

“This is some fine Colombian Gold coffee. Excellent flavor.”

Alexander cradled his cup, savoring the vibrant coffee with an air of ease, ignoring the men in black—about 20 of them-standing

guard. He flashed a smile and offered, “George, Ray, have a taste.”

George and Ray, aware of Alexander’s real identity as ‘Sir Kane’, did not bother with the muscle around them. They joined in the

coffee session, the mood light and easy.

“So, you're the big shot running Ol‘ Mare city, Alexander?”

Ayoung woman in a classic dress stood out from the crowd of men in black, her eyes fixed on the trio. Her

voice was melodious, almost enchanting. “Five years back, my cousin, young and foolish, made a huge blunder. However, that’s

Saunders family business, nothing to do with Mister Kane.

“Tell me, why are you stepping in to help Andrew, Mister Kane? Are you looking to pick a fight with the

Saunders family? Or do you really think you can rule Ol’ Mare and be untouchable?”

The woman was breathtaking, her presence alone commanding the room.

Despite being a woman in a male-dominated family, she stood as the brightest star among the Saunders‘

young generation. Even her father, Blaine Saunders, would fall silent in her commanding presence.

Her authority was a gift from the family’s revered elder, a testament to her brilliance as Saunders’ unparalleled

chief advisor.

“You must be quite sharp to deduce that Andrew got his intel from me, but you’re still playing in the minor leagues.”

Alexander took a leisurely sip of his coffee, his voice calm and measured. “Being young and foolish doesn’t excuse your cousin’s

blunder, nor does it concern the Saunders family. An eye for an eye; that’s the way of the

world.”

With those words, his gaze casually swept across the Saunders clan and said icily, “Go back to where you came from. I'd like to

enjoy my coffee in peace.”

The moment Alexander finished, over 20 Saunders bodyguards stepped up, their eyes locked on Alexander and his companions,

ready to leap into action at the slightest provocation.

“No one dares to be so bold against the Saunders family,” the young miss declared. At her side, her father, the formidable Blaine

Saunders, gripped a jagged iron blade, his eyes dark and stern on Alexander. “Remember, this isn’t Ol‘ Mare. You’re in Zabaleta

now.

“In Zabaleta, the Saunders family is untouchable, and you are no exception to this unwritten rule.”

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The man before him, his presence swelling with an almost palpable intensity, was like a predator on the verge of attack. His eyes

glinted with a lethal light, and the iron blade he wielded was enveloped in a visible swirl of energy—a sure sign of a formidable

warrior.

Alexander merely shook his head, a wry smile on his lips, as he ignored Blaine’s posturing.

Alexander shook his head with a smile, completely ignoring Blaine. He arranged the coffee set, preparing coffee by steeping it

with hot water.

Only after attending to his coffee did he look up at Blaine, his voice calm and measured, “Thinking of challenging me? You’re not

in my league. There’s still time to walk away.”

“Presumptuous,” Blaine snapped, his grip on the iron blade tightening. He was the Saunders family’s pride, the eldest son of the

patriarch, a man who had eschewed the cutthroat world of business for the discipline of martial arts. Not yet fifty, and he had

already reached the zenith of his power, his energy unceasing, the family’s undisputed champion.

While the other leading families of Zabaleta—the Ledgers and the Campbells—spent fortunes to hire Envoys, the Saunders never

had the need. With Blaine as their guardian, their position was rock-solid. “Andrew's death, my nephew’s blood, is on your

hands. You’re as guilty as he was!”

With a swift twist of his wrist, the rough iron sword sliced through the air, leaving a trail as bright and pure as a ribbon of white

silk, hurtling toward Alexander's head.

“Join the ranks of the dead beneath my blade, and atone for my nephew’s life!”

His attack was lightning-fast, its power seemingly limitless.

The sword strike, majestic as a cascade of stars tumbling from the heavens, was fueled by the man’s own force, his body and

the sword’s momentum in perfect harmony, intent on splitting Alexander right down the middle.

The sheer energy of the swing whipped up a storm within the hotel lobby, a force so mighty that even a fighter community's

Grandmaster would meet their end.

“I've told you before, you're out of your league challenging me.”

Alexander cradled his cup in his left hand, the rim just brushing his lips as he took an indifferent sip. With his right hand, he

raised a slightly bent middle finger and flicked it effortlessly.

The sword was sent flying!

The once formidable iron sword was then hurtling out of Blaine’s hand, almost ripping through his flesh.

The sword spun wildly through the air. With a resounding ‘clang’, it buried itself deep into the concrete wall of the hotel lobby, a

good eight meters away.

The so-called supreme grand martial was bested in a single move!