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His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 254
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A sleek Maserati with a northern tag eased to a halt on the fresh asphalt of the ring road encircling the

New Chesire Group’s burgeoning industrial park, nestled in the northern outskirts of Ol’ Mare.

A young man in a crisp white T-shirt emerged from the vehicle, his gaze sweeping over the park, a

confident

smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

He was Leandro, the scion of one of the mighty northern clans, the Jackman family.

The Jackman family had dispatched a mere six people to Ol’ Mare, and Leandro was among that elite

group.

His mission? To seize control of New Chesire Group and claim their pharmaceutical sensation, ‘One

Life’, for

his own.

“The boss of New Chesire Group is Amber, isn’t she?”

Approaching the park’s gate, Leandro peered inside, a low laugh escaping him. “Rumor has it she’s Ol’

Mare’s

reigning beauty. Gorgeous and gifted, yet she’s saddled herself with a deadbeat husband…

“Ah, that’s right. The washed-up nobody, Alexander, right?”

The middle-aged chauffeur, who had been driving, promptly bowed, his tone steeped in deference.

“Indeed!

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However, sir, Alexander might not be the loser the gossip suggests. The Ellis family’s downfall, the

Hart’s

uprooting-it’s all linked to him. If…”

“No ‘ifs’ about it.” Leandro cut him off, his lips twisting into a sneer. “Whatever his skills, he’s nothing

but a has

-been soldier in my book. A mere trifle!”

The chauffeur dipped his head, a mix of respect and fear etched on his face.

While the rest of the world might be clueless, he knew the score all too well. The Jackman family’s

second

son, not even thirty, and already a marvel in the fighters’ community. On this year’s Regulus Windsur

Chart of Fighters, he snagged the eighty-third spot-a spot that should not be underestimated!

Those who could make it onto the fighters’ ranking were at least Grandmasters at the pinnacle of

energy transformation. To secure a spot among the top one hundred fighters took more than just

physical strength;

they also needed a lethal technique that ordinary individuals found hard to predict.

Such a skill set enabled one to effortlessly defeat even those at the peak of ordinary energy

transformation.

Those individuals were the true powerhouses of Regulus Windsur back then!

“Alright, enough chit-chat. Time for business.”

Leandro waved his hand haughtily. “Get Amber on the line. Tell her to hand over New Chesire Group

and the

One Life formula to the Jackman family, no funny business.

“And make it clear-if she even thinks about saying no, she’ll get a taste of what a Chart of Fighters big

shot

can do!”

The chauffeur wasted no time, whipping out his phone to call Amber.

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However, as the screen came to life, it buzzed with an incoming call that was all too familiar.

“Mister Jackman?”

Caught off-guard, the driver quickly picked up. “Mister Jackman, I…”

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

Down at the base of Abason Mountains, right outside the gates of the Jackman pharmaceutical plant, a

bloodied Jackman family bodyguard clutched Matthew’s phone, his voice filled with despair. “Are you

with Mister Leandro Jackman? Quick, put him on the line-it’s an emergency!”

An emergency?

The middle-aged chauffeur’s complexion shifted subtly as he hastily passed the cell phone to Leandro,

his face etched with anxiety. “Mister Leandro Jackman, it’s Basil, the Mister Matthew Jackman’s

bodyguard.

There’s trouble at the pharmaceutical plant!”

Leandro arched an eyebrow, snatching the phone from the driver. “What’s all this commotion about?

Out with

it!” he demanded irritatedly.

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“Mister Leandro Jackman!”

The battered Jackman family bodyguard glanced at Alexander before speaking with trepidation, “Our

factory’s been dumping waste illegally, and now the villagers on the Cheshire estate are falling ill.

They’re at our door demanding compensation…”

He detailed the entire ordeal, particularly Alexander’s skillful and surprising method of using money as

a

weapon.

“Hmm?” Leandro’s eyes sparkled with intrigue.

Using cash as a weapon? That was .

“If he’s a fellow fighter, we can handle this the old-fashioned way.”

A sly grin spread across Leandro’s face as he sneered, “Let him know, picking a fight with a

heavyweight, with

the Jackman family of the north, means courting death!

“He can either grovel for Matthew’s forgiveness until he’s content or disappear from my sight!”

At the factory gates, the bodyguard shuddered, his expression pitiful. “Mister Leandro Jackman, we’ve

already

revealed your identity to him, but he just scoffed. He said…”

Leandro’s stare turned frosty. “Enough stalling. What else did he say?!”

The bodyguard hurriedly continued, his voice breaking. “He demanded a compensation of a hundred

fifty million dollars for the villagers, or he threatened to annihilate our Jackman family!”

Leandro let out a scornful chuckle, his laughter tinged with fury as he crushed the phone in his grip and

strode toward the sleek Maserati parked nearby.

“Yaron, let’s go! The nerve of some people, threatening the Jackman family? I’ll deal with him myself!”