His Lordship Alexander Kane

Some of the thugs rushed forward at the order. A couple of them raised their feet and kicked hard, knocking Tom to the ground, while the others rushed into the house, dragging the blind old lady into the yard and kicking her.

The frail old lady howled in pain when she was knocked to the ground. “Tom! Are you alright, Tom?!

“Don't give it! They can beat us black and blue, but you can’t sell the land! We have to save it for Ciro and Cian, build them a house so they can get married!”NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The leader of the thugs narrowed his eyes, enraged at the stubborn old couple. He motioned to his follower, his look turning violent. “Get the knife and stab him!”

A follower fiercely drew the dagger from his waist and stabbed Tom’s stomach viciously. It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye.

“Stop!” A low, hoarse roar came from somewhere above the small farmhouse.

It was none other than Ray.

Holding two urns with black curtains covering their surfaces, his lanky stout legs slowly stepped apart. He walked to the center of the courtyard.

He looked at Tom who had fallen to the ground, and then at the tearful and blind old lady, his bloodshot eyes growing redder.

Those were Ciro and Cian’s parents, the parents of his beloved brothers. These lowlives dared to harass them. These thugs deserved to die!

“Whoa!”

The leader was caught off-guard by Ray’s shout, and he jumped at the sound. He turned his head to look at Ray, and then at Alexander standing behind Ray. He laughed.

His name, Big Bob, was known in villages near and far. He knew the two men were not locals, and they were digging their own graves by messing with the wrong guy. How dare they try to make him stop?

“F*ck you!” spat Big Bob. He pointed at Ray and Alexander, then spoke proudly to his followers, Brothers, we must get Tom’s six acres of land. Anyone who stops us will die! Get those two brats-

*15 BONOS He did not get to finish what he wanted to say.

Standing behind Ray, Alexander looked grim. He wasted no time listening to Big Bob’s nonsense. He acted so quickly that his figure became blurred.

Big Bob lost sight of Alexander before he felt his cheeks stinging, due to a flurry of smacks by Alexander. His teeth were broken, and blood spurted from his mouth. He was sent flying and

landed four to five meters away from Alexander’s slap.

“This man is full of it, Ray,” scoffed Alexander. “Cut off his tongue!”

Ray nodded and set aside the two urns he was holding. He lunged forward and grabbed Big Bob's tongue, ripping it out of his mouth.

It proved to be a disgusting sight as the appendage was torn. Big Bob, who had been alive a moment before, gurgled meaningless syllables without a tongue. It was not long until he

collapsed to the ground. His limbs twitched for a few moments before his head tilted to the side. He died. “Is... Is he dead?”

Beside him, his followers realized what had happened. Their legs and feet were turning to jelly, and they were terrified. “Run, let's get out of here! Brothers, run!”