His Lordship Alexander Kane

Bulldozers roared along the rugged village road in Fighter Valley, the gravel surface of the road rustling and shaking, the bricks of the houses on either side of the road shaking.

Most of the houses in the mountain village were built of red brick. Tom’s house had been built decades before. The gray earthen wall of his small courtyard was built with stone and mud. Most of the structure of the walls had been shaken off a lot of dust and ash before the bulldozers

arrived. “Stop! Don’t do it!” A large group of villagers shouted at the bulldozer from outside the yard,” Tom’s not home, and his wife is blind. You can’t run down his house like this!”

“Even if you want to level his land, at least wait for Tom to come back and get his wife out of the house! You’re killing people; you'll go to jail!”

In the bulldozer cab, Jacob fiercely gripped the joysticks. “Scram! Get out of my way, or don’t blame me for being ruthless. You deserve to die!”

The bulldozer was like an unstoppable steel monster crushing the villagers in front of it.

The well-meaning villagers were too afraid to fight the bulldozer, so they quickly moved aside before the bulldozer drove right through them, aiming for Tom’s yard.

Just as it was about to hit the yard wall, someone quickly appeared, almost out of nowhere.

A figure flashed from the intersection on the road to the village, instantly appearing in front of the bulldozer at an unimaginable speed. It looked as if the figure casually slapped the steel bucket of

the bulldozer.

It sounded like a light slap, but it was enough to shake the bulldozer’s internal mechanical structure. Its body and parts made creaking extrusion noises, its body twisted and deformed, abruptly stopping its forward momentum.

Alexander’s palm shattered the huge six—-ton body, and the diesel engine with thousands of horsepower froze.

“F*ck!” Jacob, piloting the bulldozer, was scared to death and jerked his head back at the dozen-or -so punks behind the bulldozer. “What are you waiting for? Don’t we outnumber him? Get on, get

on!”

The dozen or so punks were terrified. They had made a name for themselves in the county, had seen all the big and small scenes, and even met a handful of vital energy martial artists. They could face three or four ordinary people without any problem.

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However, the man in front of them could smash a bulldozer with the palm of his hand. That kind of power was beyond their comprehension and imagination!

“Damn it! What have | been feeding you for? When it comes to the crunch, you just chicken out!” Jacob glared at the punks viciously. He jumped out of the bulldozer’s cab, grabbing at his waist and gnashing his teeth. “Damn it, you think you're all powerful because you know martial arts or something? | don’t think you can stop bullets!”

As he spoke, he drew a small black pistol from his waist, aimed it between Alexander’s eyebrows. and immediately pulled the trigger.

Alexander shook his head slowly. “Are you Tyler?” He stared into Jacob’s eyes, ignoring the gun in his hand and the group of punks behind him. “The tourism development project is yours? Everything is under you?”

Jacob froze slightly, but his finger remained on the trigger. “Of course. You're a foreigner, so you don’t even know Tyler!” He smiled sardonically. “If you want to see Tyler, try again in your next life! If you don’t want to enjoy your life in the city, go to the mountains or something. If you want to die, well, I'll gladly sort that out!”

His finger hooked, ready to fire a bullet.

“| want to see Tyler, not you.”

The moment the bullet was fired, Alexander opened his mouth. As he stepped aside, the whistling head of the bullet brushed past his shoulder. His right hand reached out like lightning and easily snatched the small black pistol from Jacob's hand, then his wrist vibrated.

The small pistol with its precise structure disintegrated into a pile of metal parts, as well as the five bullets in the magazine, clanking and falling all over the place.

Jacob’s jaw dropped. He was speechless and shaking. This guy could take apart a bulldozer, dodge bullets head-on, and flip his wrist to disassemble a firearm. Jacob wondered if the front of him was human. This man was a devil!

“Ray.” Alexander turned his eyes away from Jacob and spoke quietly to Ray, who arrived later. For every loser here, break one of their legs and throw them out of the village.

“As for Tyler, since he refuses to come and see me, I'll go to him.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.