His Lordship Alexander Kane

At the stroke of midnight, in the Zabaleta Hotel's most opulent presidential suite, the silence of the top floor was guarded by two figures known as Golden Wolf and Silver Fire.

They were not alone in their vigil. Owen had arranged a team of 10 bodyguards to ensure Alice’s safety, rotating shifts to provide her with round-the-clock protection.

The quiet of the corridor was suddenly pierced by the rhythmic sound of footsteps. Someone was coming, their pace steady and deliberate as they neared the corner closest to the suite. “Hm?”

The head of the bodyguards scowled, his eyes locked on the hallway’s bend. His voice was a low growl. “The penthouse is off- limits, booked by our boss. Anyone comes near, they're dead meat!”

The sound of footsteps approached, steady and deliberate. “Suicidal fool!”

The captain of the security detail frowned. He raised his hand and declared, “No matter who it is. no mercy! Take them out, toss their bodies into a bag, and sink them into the sea. Don’t disturb the young master’s enjoyment!”

The four bodyguards by his side shared a look, their faces hardening.

Their boss, Owen, might have a wife, but it was Alice he could not get enough of. Their nights were an endless party, and nobody was allowed to interrupt.

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In unison, the bodyguards sprang into action, drawing their rubber clubs and.charging toward the corner.

Just then.

“Back off!”

Golden Wolf’s hand flicked, revealing a dark gold blade. He locked eyes with Silver Fire, voice laced with caution, “This one’s trouble... Might be Alexander.”

It was Alexander, alright.

He casually strolled around the corner, observing the tense bodyguards and the battle-ready +15 BONOS

want to die, move.”

The corridor fell deathly silent.

They were Owen's shield, sworn to protect him. That was their mission.

However, Alexander, standing there without a weapon, without even a hint of aggression, had an aura like a god among mortals, pressing down on them with an overwhelming presence. Not even the mightiest from the northern tycoons had had such an aura of power.

“Alexander? Is that really you?” Golden Wolf's voice was a mix of shock and rage as he clutched. his dark gold saber, not yielding an inch to Silver Fire. His face twisted with malice. “You're the one who took out Bronze Eagle and Iron Will? Their famed combo move didn’t lay a scratch on you?”

“You think that...” Alexander did not even let him finish. Idle chatter was beneath him.

With a step forward and a tone as indifferent as ice, Alexander cut in, “I'll count to three. Don’t back down, and you’re dead.*

“Three.”

“Two...”

In the space of a heartbeat, Golden Wolf's expression turned murderous. He locked eyes with Silver Fire, and together they lunged with lethal intent.

Their signature move. Wolf—Flame Fierce, was a deadly dance they had perfected over years. mirroring the famed Eagle—Hound Assault. Golden Wolf lunged, his saber’s tip swirling with a thick energy that seemed to move the very air, trapping Alexander as if in quicksand.

Simultaneously, Silver Fire’s hand whipped out a black iron spike, thin as a pinky but deadly as any arrow, aiming straight for Alexander's heart.

That was their kill shot, honed over a decade. It was a technique that had claimed the life of a martial arts heavyweight and one that even the mightiest envoys from the northern tycoons would

not dare face head-on.

“Too weak,” Alexander murmured, shaking his head. He seemed to ignore the invisible forces binding him, his hand moving with deceptive slowness that belied the lightning speed of his

reflexes.

His finger flicked out, meeting the spike with a casual ease.

The sound of metal shattering rang out. The spike, made of some unknown black metal, was Fire’s chest with unerring precision.

Straight through the heart. Silver Fire was dead before he hit the ground,