His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0197 Grandmasters-a nation’s pride and joy.

The Regulus Windsur boasted five mighty armies, including the Northern Wyverna Army with its legendary One Hundred and Eight War Generals”, each being a grandmaster in their own right. They were a force to be

reckoned with.

In all of Regulus Windsur, there were no more than a thousand grandmasters. It took millions, sometimes tens of millions of ordinary people, to produce just one of those rare grandmasters.

“You're quite full of yourself.”

Wilhelm’s grip tightened on his sword, his eyes locked on Alexander with a chill of indifference. “You're like a young bull, unafraid of tigers, not knowing the danger. I’ve ended many brash youths like you.”

He glanced over at Harry and the others dismissively. “You all wanted Alexander dead, didn’t you? However, he just saved Miss Acela and is in Mister Hardy’s good graces. | won't bite the hand that feeds.”

With that, he turned back to Alexander, his voice as austere as steel. “Your recent stunts in Province Town

crossed the line with Mister Hardy. You've challenged me, and while | might spare your life, you won’t escape punishment.” As his words hung in the air, the Ghost Sword’s eyes flashed with deadly intent. His sword quivered and

lashed out, unleashing four swift strikes aimed at crippling Alexander’s limbs.

“Think grandmasters are unbeatable?”

Alexander’s expression remained calm, his voice steady as he reached out with his right hand.

Finger Shadows Slash.

His index finger shot forward like a streak of lightning, surpassing any definition of speed. Though he moved after ‘Ghost Sword’ Wilhelm, he struck first, his finger grazing the man’s chest with incredible swiftness before

snapping back. A dull thud echoed.

The gaunt figure of Wilhelm seemed to implode as if a balloon had burst within him, unleashing a fierce blast of energy. He staggered back uncontrollably as a gush of blood spurted from his lips.

His power had been undone with a mere flick of a finger.

The energy transformation Wilhelm mastered, a blend of his body's innate life force and the vital energy he had honed over fifty grueling years, was effortlessly undone by Alexander’s casual flick.

“No way!”

Drake, Harry, and Tommy’s eyes went wide in shock, especially Harry. He clutched his wheelchair tightly, and he almost stood up.

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“Small-minded fools, it’s laughable,” Alexander sald, his voice stolc as he pulled back his finger. His gaze swept indifferently over the stunned faces of Drake and the others. “Let me make one thing clear to all of you. “| spare you not because you deserve life, but because you’re not even worth the effort of killing. If you’re so eager to meet your end, | won't hesitate to oblige.

“New Chesire Group’s operations will soon extend into Province Town. Cross me, and you make an enemy of me. And | won't be nearly as polite as | was today in dealing with my enemies!”

With those final words, Alexander turned on his heel and walked away with purpose. “Alexander...”

It was not until Alexander vanished from sight that Harry and his companions looked utterly defeated, their bodies shaking with barely contained tremors.

Drake remained standing where he was, his complexion cycling through shades of pale and flushed. He eventually eased himself onto a stone bench, one resolute thought anchoring his mind.

New Chesire Group and the Chesire family...were forces to be reckoned with.

In the city of Ol’ Mare.

Coral’s internship in Woolpackton meant she could only spend a brief two days in Ol’ Mare.

Amber and Alexander escorted her and Yaser to Woolpackton, shared a lingering goodbye, then made their way back to Ol’ Mare.

The past few days had seen ‘One Life’ take the market by storm, its health benefits for the middle-aged and elderly earning widespread acclaim. In under a week, it seized a massive share of the market, with the product in such high demand that it was flying off the shelves, raking in an eye-watering profit.

Aconservative estimate put the daily net earnings at over 300000 dollars, a veritable gold rush.

“Alex.”

On the drive back to Ol’ Mare, Amber, seated next to Alexander, peeked at a new text message. She then passed her phone to him excitedly. “Take a look.”

Hmm?

Alexander, hands steady on the wheel, spared a quick glance at Amber’s phone screen and could not help but smile.

It was an invitation.

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“It's been seven years! | bet everyone’s settled down by now.”

Amber put away her phone wistfully before turning to Alexander with a warm, inviting smile. “There’s a class reunion in Woolpackton tomorrow, and | have to go back. I’d really like you to come with me. Would you?” she

asked softly. Alexander’s smile was light and easy.

“Sure!”