His Lordship Alexander Kane



Jonathan and the others from the Walbeer family were dumbfounded.

It was not just them. It also included Darius and hundreds of miners from the Ninth Mining Zone. They all stood there, staring dumbfoundedly at Thorin kneeling on the ground.

What on earth was happening?

The head of the Walbeer family, showing such reverence to Mister Kane... No, it should be fear, dread, even going so far as to make the entire Walbeer family kneel. The old man was using the most extreme way to beg for Mister Kane's forgiveness.

"G-Grandfather..."

Jonathan stood nearby, trembling with fear, his entire body numb, barely able to speak coherently. "Y-You, you're not scaring me. It's just the New Chesire Group; they're at best the local big shots in Ol' Mare. We're the masters of the Northwest! Why should we bow to someone named Kane? I..."

Thorin erupted like thunder, flipping over from the ground and standing up abruptly, delivering another resounding slap that sent Jonathan sprawling on the ground, disoriented. "You little beast, are you deaf?! Do I need to repeat myself?"

Then, glaring at Horace and the others from the Walbeer family, he roared, "Are all of you planning to rebel? I told you to kneel and bow to Mister Kane with me!

"If Mister Kane doesn't say stop, then keep doing so until your heads are smashed in! Now, do it!"

This time, no one dared to hesitate anymore. Following Thorin's example, they knelt before Alexander, banging their foreheads hard against the ground, instantly splitting the skin and flesh. The sound echoed loudly.

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Jonathan's knees went weak, still refusing to kneel, but his face had turned pale with terror.

Talk about subverting expectations.

Since childhood, he had been bright. As the only male descendant of the Walbeer family, he was destined to be the heir to the Walbeer family's future. Horace doted on him in every possible way while Thorin treated this grandson as his lifeline, never uttering a harsh word to him.

No longer.

Not only did they repeatedly slap him, but they also made him kneel and bow to Alexander along with the others from the Walbeer family.

Why was this happening?

"Grandpa, even if I die, let me die with understanding."

He struggled to get up from the ground, hands covering his swollen cheeks, shaking violently all over. "Didn't you say it yourself, Grandpa? The North is the root of our Walbeer family. Sooner or later, we will return to the North. Now, as long as we obtain the graphite mine, your wish will be fulfilled!

"Everything I've done is for our family. I want our family to prosper and expand, to break out of the northwest!"

Break out of the northwest?

'You fool, why offend Mister Kane of all people? Don't you know Mister Kane's true identity? This is pushing the Walbeer family into an abyss!'

Of course, Thorin dared not reveal Alexander's true identity. He grabbed Jonathan's neck, viciously slammed him to the ground, and forcibly made him bow to Alexander, repeatedly begging, "Mister Kane, this unfilial grandson is ignorant and disobedient, all due to my indulgence!

"All the faults are mine. Please punish me, Mister Kane!*

Thorin's attitude was quite submissive.

Alexander lowered his eyelids, quietly watching the Walbeer family members, his gaze slowly falling on Jonathan's face. He softly spoke, 'Mister Walbeer Senior asked you to kneel, and you'd rather die than submit. That's a bit of backbone."

After saying that, his voice lowered considerably, sounding quietly in Thorin's ear, "Has Frank told Jonathan my identity?

"Jonathan is your biological grandson, so there's no harm in telling him this information. Since the Walbeer family is already dependent on the Redwine family and has some ties with me, considering this goodwill, I can make an exception and give you another chance."

Another chance?

Thorin was initially taken aback, then felt as if he had been granted a reprieve, unable to contain the shivers coursing through his body.

It was said that Mister Kane seldom resorted to extreme measures, often leaving a glimmer of hope. If one failed to seize the opportunity, they would inevitably face dire consequences next.

Jonathan, that little rascal, must have squandered his chances long ago. The opportunity Mister Kane unexpectedly granted was the Walbeer family's only hope.

"Little rascal!"

Thorin dared not delay any further, seizing Jonathan's ear tightly. His voice dropped to a barely audible level, only audible to the two of them, "I was trying to save you by having you kneel and bow! You're usually so clever, why the foolishness today?!

"Do you even know who Mister Kane is? Mister Redwine spoke with absolute sincerity. This Mister Kane before us, ostensibly the son-in-law of the Chesire family of Ol' Mare, is in fact the young heir of the Kane family in the north. He's the legendary Lord of the Temple of War who is invincible in battle!"

What?!

Jonathan's whole body stiffened, mouth slowly agape, pupils dilating. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, even the ear being gripped by Thorin did not seem to hurt anymore.

The Lord of the Temple of War?

Alexander, the head of security of the New Chesire Group, Amber's husband... Beneath these surface identities, he was that supreme legendary figure?

What could be more shocking than this? What could be more regrettable?

In this vast world, with nearly ten billion people, he managed to offend the one person he absolutely should not have!

"Alexander... No, Mister Kane!"

Jonathan frantically bowed to Alexander, tears streaming down his face. "Mister Kane, I admit my mistake! I truly know I was wrong this time!

"Everything was my own doing, with no relation to the Walbeer family! I'm willing to bear the consequences alone, regardless of your punishment!"