His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0067 +15 BONUS Nick Panther was barely alive when he was brought back to the Imperial Bathhouse. He struggled to even stay alive.

His men frantically used their connections to hire a private doctor before sending him to the hospital. He was resuscitated for an entire

night. His life was saved, but half side of his body had lost its senses, including his arm and leg.

Nick lay in bed, paralyzed. His face was wrapped in gauze. Half of his body was in a cast. He could not even mutter a single word and could only blink. The excruciating pain made him tear up so much that his pillow was wet.

Athug like him naturally had nothing left after such a turn of events. He would no longer have any power in the underbelly of Ol’ Mare.

“Bastard! Which bastard would dare to touch my little brother?!” A bald man raged in front of Nick’s bed. He looked similar to Nick, but the

violent aura and the ruthlessness of his gaze were far beyond Nick’s.

The moment Brett Panther received the call from his brother’s subordinate, he immediately rushed over from Province Town. He found it difficult to imagine that someone would dare hurt his brother in such a small place like Ol’ Mare.

“It's George Severn’s men, boss.”

Everyone knew Nick only succeeded in Ol’ Mare because of his brother, who was an infamous thug in Province Town. Anyone from Ol’ Mare would know that Nick could not be offended. He was someone who would murder without a blink of an eye.

“What? George Severn?!” Brett’s shock was quickly replaced with a malicious expression. “How dare he touch my brother!”

Brett never had any regard for the thugs in Ol’ Mare. To him, they were all measly kids, no match for the thugs over at Province Town.

He never would have expected Nick to be beaten up and paralyzed by someone in Ol’ Mare, even almost losing his life. This was not only damaging to Nick but also humiliating to Brett.

“Sit, that person is a fighter,” Nick’s subordinate said with a lowered gaze, not daring to look at Brett.

Brett’s eyes widened. His gaze was filled with murderous intent, so much so that the subordinate shuddered. A fighter?

Many could fight. He was just one measly person! What harm could he have done?

“It seems like I’ve been in Province Town for too long. These bastards of Ol’ Mare have forgotten who | am!” growled Brett. The veins on his neck and forehead popped as his expression grew worse.

Nick was the brother who liked money, while Brett was the violent one. Every fight he got into he had to make sure he saw blood.

Brett was infamous for his ferocity. After making a name in Ol’ Mare, he followed a bigwig to Province Town. All these years, he had made a name for himself in the underworld of Province Town.

This time returning, not only was he going to avenge his little brother, but he was also going to reshuffle the powers in Ol’ Mare. He was going to teach all of them a lesson.

“Get George Severn to see me and bring me nine million dollars! He has to kneel and apologize to Nick, or I'll kill him!” Brett roared. He was so terrifying that the subordinate’s face lost all its colors.

He immediately bowed and got going. “Yes, sir!”

The news of Nick’s serious injury and Brett’s fury spread all over the underbelly of Ol’ Mare.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Everyone was terrified.

Brett Panther had returned. The most ferocious, ruthless man of Ol’ Mare returned to personally avenge his brother.

George Severn had grown arrogant, Brett mused. Sure, Severn Group’s business was doing well, and George had some influence underground, but what good was a big group? He offended Brett Panther, so he would dearly pay with his life.

Anyone who dared to touch his younger brother would be killed off.

Many of the underground forces had started to offer huge amounts of protection fees to Brett Panther so that they would not get dragged

into this matter.

Some were eagerly anticipating for George to go down. So what if George could afford the nine million dollars? Brett was not going to be bought off by money. With the money, Brett would at most spare his life, but the breaking of his limbs was inevitable.

At La Perle, George personally deshelled a few lobsters for Alexander. He stood by the side and said politely, “Sir, Brett Panther has returned. Frankly, nine million is nothing, but | won’t give in to his demands.”

“Brett Panther? That man is just a coward. He’s not worth mentioning at all.” Alexander feasted on the lobster calmly.

George shook his head and smiled bitterly. Only Alexander would dare to call Brett Panther a coward. However, George was secretly worried. Brett Panther was not one to be easily messed with.

While Alexander was a stellar fighter, he had already been discharged. Offending someone vicious like Brett Panther might be dangerous if he was not careful.

After eating the lobster, Alexander looked at George and smiled. “George, is there something you want to say to me? Are you doubting me, or perhaps hiding something from me?”

George sweated profusely.