Chapter 109

Woolpackton, the capital of Tormora was one of the most internationalized port cities in the entire country. It was also one of the

earliest to start trading internationally. Its GDP was in the top ten of the country.

The Hudson Mansion was in the Northern part of Woolpackton. Its surrounding land covered more than 30 acres.

“I can’t help much with Mister Hudson’s injuries.

At that moment, in the living room, an old bespectacled man shook his head at the head of the family. The bones on his limbs

have been crushed. He might be able to walk after surgery. As for having offspring... Sir, you're still young and in your

prime. You might have to think of another way.”

The head of the Hudson family, Mark Hudson, clenched his fists.

He took great care of his body, so he looked like he was in his forties when in fact he

was already in his early fifties. Did he need to have another child? Who knew

whether it would be a boy or a girl?

His only son, Luke Hudson, was the only heir of the Hudson family. He had the

heavy responsibility of having offspring! How could he be crippled?

That insolent Alexander Kane had incapacitated his son terribly. If Luke could not

be cured, the Hudson family lineage would end there!

“Sir.” The doctor bade farewell to Mark. By the door, he turned and said hesitantly, “I

know of a great doctor born in North Sahra, an expert in traumatic injuries. He’s

going to have a medical exchange in Ol‘ Mare tomorrow. If you can get him to help, perhaps there is still hope for Mister

Hudson.”

Then, he left with his assistants.

“Aspen, Bianca!” Seeing the doctor leave, Mark turned to the Tate siblings and hissed, “You two were ordered to head to Ol

Mare. That Alexander boy had injured Luke so badly! What were you two doing? Also, who is Alexander Kane? Tell me!”

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The Tate siblings said nothing. They returned to the Hudson Mansion only to cut ties with the Hudson family.

As for Alexander’s real identity as the Lord of War... Even their captain, Captain Blade would not dare to reveal it, let alone them!

“Mister Hudson, we'll give you a warning for old time’s sake.” Aspen pondered for a while before saying, “There are powerful

people in Ol‘ Mare. I hope you don’t mess with people that you can’t mess with. Otherwise, the entire Hudson family might get

killed.”

Then, the Tate siblings left without looking back.

“Damn it! Damn it!” The furious Mark ground his teeth. “Ol Mare is a small town. How could there be powerful people? I'll skin

anyone who hurts my son!”

“Sir!” Right at this moment, a house staff yelled, “There is a guest called Jerome Chesire from Ol’ Mare. He claims to be Mister

Hudson's friend!”

Jerome Chesire?

Mark’s eyes brightened.

His son’s trip to Ol‘ Mare was hosted by a Chesire. Luke, when he was conscious, also said that Jerome Chesire seemed to be a

relative of Alexander Kane.

“Relative...” Mark’s eyes gleamed coldly. “Let him in!”

Jerome timidly walked into the living room. He did not dare to look at Mark. He lowered himself to the point he was almost

prostrating himself. “M—Mister Hudson...

Mark berated sharply, “Tell me! Who is Alexander Kane, and how dare he hurt my son?! I'll kill him!”

Jerome shuddered and said, “H—He’s just the son-in-law of that cripple, Patrick Chesire, sir. He’s just a retired soldier who didn’t

make a name for himself. Two years ago, he escaped on a ship. Just because he knows how to fight a little, he bullied the entire

Chesire family! Also...”

Jerome exaggerated how Luke was beaten up. He finally said with teary eyes,

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Mister Hudson, you must avenge your son! You can’t let that monster, Alexander, off

the hook!”

“A retired soldier? He escaped on a ship and knew how to fight?”

Mark narrowed his eyes and yelled, “Stanley!”

A middle-aged man quickly came down the spiral staircase. It was Mark’s brother,

Stanley Hudson.

“Stanley.” Mark’s gaze toward Stanley was watered down with slight grief before it hardened. “Go to Ol‘ Mare, and get me the

doctor from North Sahra to treat Luke. Then, contact Draco and Dean. Get them to round up their men. I want to see

Alexander’s head in three days.”

Stanley nodded with a smirk.

Draco and Dean were infamously ruthless thugs in Woolpackton. They had more

than 300 men working under them. Among them, they had about 20 elite fighters.

Alexander would surely die this time!