His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0654 Quinto was a man of action.

In no time at all, he rallied his forces —over 120 strong, including 30- odd vital energy fighters and three martial arts Grandmasters. They gathered in the West Coast corridor, piled into two tour buses and six vans. Under the veil of night, they raced toward the Coconut Wind Hotel.

Meanwhile, at the Grand Coconut Breeze Hotel.

Wasyl perched on the rooftop balcony, night-vision goggles in hand, his gaze locked on the street below. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he spoke, "Mister Kane, you were right—they've shown up! ""Two buses, six vans, all packed with Quinto's goons!" They were really asking for trouble...

Alexander, standing by Wasyl's side, cast a composed look down at the street and murmured, "I'll handle this, give Quinto a taste of his own medicine. You keep an eye on Amber and Coral." Without waiting for a reply, Alexander made his way down the balcony stairs.

Half a minute later...

The buses and vans came to a sudden halt in front of the hotel, doors flinging open. Over 120 people spilled out. Some stood guard, others charged into the hotel. They moved with precision, clearly well- trained.

They were ready for a fight, armed with sabers, rubber clubs, and daggers, storming the lobby without a second thought.

"Run for it!" "Quinto's thugs!" "Save yourselves!" The lobby erupted into chaos as tourists scattered in terror and hotel guests shook with fear, scrambling back to their rooms to hide under beds, too scared to make a sound.

Silence fell over the hotel.

"Quinto, we've got the hotel under our thumb!" The leader of the pack, a martial arts Grandmaster, gripped his walkie-talkie, his expression hardened into a battle-ready scowl.

"The bystanders are freaking out, and Alexander's still a no-show...

Quinto, once we're done with Alexander, what's the plan for those two women?" The women? Amber, the big shot General Manager of New Chesire Group, and her cousin, Coral?

on the other end, Quinto leaned against the railing on the seaside stairs, the sea wind gnawing at his face. A savage grin spread across his lips. "Take out Alexander, and those two women are nothing.

"our guys have put in the work, so Jet's give them a little reward with those two women. Let them have their fun." Quinto sure knows how to play it composed.

"Much appreciated, Quinto!" The Grandmaster's face contorted into a wicked smile before he killed the connection. He turned to the horde of over 100 members behind him, sliced the air with a throat-cutting motion, and chuckled darkly.

"Boys, Quinto's given the green light. We take down Alexander and bring back those two women for a hell of a good time!" Laughter erupted.

The gang, muscles bulging and adrenaline pumping, swung their weapons with a menacing air, quickly pinpointed Alexander's swanky suite on the hotel's registration log, and stormed the elevators, gunning for the penthouse.

The elevators hummed in unison, ferrying the mob upwards in two waves, an unstoppable force surging to the top floor without a single soul daring to intervene.

As the elevator doors gilded open...

"What the...?"

The Grandmaster at the front locked his gaze on a young figure standing before them, his eyes instantly narrowing.

There he was.

Alexander.

Around the bend in the hallway by the elevator shaft, Alexander was casually perched in an office chair behind the top floor's service desk, a cup of coffee in hand and sporting an easy smile.

To him, the mob of over a hundred tough guys might as well have been a swarm of pesky ants.

"That's our guy, Alexander?" whispered two martial arts Grandmasters inside the elevator, eyeing Alexander with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Idan, something's not right with this dude.

How's he chilling there with our crew ready to pounce?" "Quinto reckons he's probably hit the big leagues —supreme grand martial. We can't underestimate a guy like that, we've got to bring our A-game," one of them murmured back.

Sure, a supreme grand martial was a force to be reckoned with, but everyone could be defeated.

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repter 0064 . I That was Quinto's game plan for the night: no matter the cost, even if it meant a hundred lives, they were going to take Alexander down.

IIKane, we're onto you. You're one of those supreme grand martial, aren't you?" The martial arts Grandmaster known as Gray Wolf gripped his serrated blade, one designed to cleave mountains, and edged closer to Alexander with a mocking grin. "You could've outrun my men with your skills," he taunted.

"However, those women with you, where could they possibly hide? "Be smart and give up. I'll make your end quick. However, if you choose to be foolish..." His words hung in the air as he closed in, then a mere five meters away. Mid-sentence, Gray Wolf's blade arced through the air, a chilling energy radiating from it, and slammed into Alexander's chest with a burst of lethal force.

A treacherous sneak attack! Without any warning, he struck, showing no mercy to the man he suspected to be a supreme grand martial. He broke all the unwritten codes of their world with his ambush, aiming to kill with a single blow.

If he succeeded in taking down Alexander, he would complete his mission and Quinto would rise to rule Coconut Wind Island, unchallenged.