Chapter 348 The True Face of the Northern Tycoons

The sterile scent of antiseptic had replaced the coppery tang of blood in the hotel lobby. The broken furniture had been cleared away, the shattered glass swept from the floor. To a casual observer, the chaos of the previous hours might never have happened. But for Alexander Kane, the silence was heavier and more profound than any scream. He stood by the towering plate-glass window, his reflection a stark silhouette against the predawn glow of Ol’ Mare. The local skirmishes were over. The...