Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Secret War

"There will be no discussion of numbers."

Samuel’s words fell like a thunderclap in the room.

For the first time that night, Umal’s face went slack, the smug curl of his lips vanishing in an instant. The way his expression shifted from self-assured to rattled was nearly comical.

"What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice dropping in dangerous disbelief.

Samuel simply nodded toward Xander’s horrifying remains on the floor. His skull lay cracked open, the blood pooled thickly beneath his corpse.

"Someone just died because of your product."

Umal scoffed. "That’s the point," he countered, regaining his composure. "Besides, you were the one who provided the victim."

Samuel, still staring at Xander’s body, clenched his jaw. The sickening and haunting sound of his death still echoed in his ears, playing in a repeat in his head. He had seen killings before—he had even ordered them —but this? This was

beyond a simple execution, it was inhuman.

Samuel gestured toward the tester, who was still in his euphoric, frenzied high. "That thing isn’t a man anymore, but a beast."

Umal only smiled, a knowing, dangerous look.

But Samuel wasn’t finished.

"Even in the underworld, there are limits. If this is what Ignis turns a man into, then anyone who touches it could go on a rampage and harm innocent bystanders, my men, and turn District One into a war zone."

"Moreover, just because the government has given up on District One doesn’t mean they don’t still watch. A drug that grants superhuman strength and causes near-instant addiction?" He scoffed. "That’s an open invitation for both the authorities and the Alpha King to crack down on us. And do you know what that means for us?"

He didn’t wait for Umal to answer. He did it himself.

"It means total destruction of the Red Dragon gang. We’ve survived this long by keeping our heads down. I’d like it to continue that way."

Although his words left no room for argument, Umal offered a thin, unruffled smile. "No road to greatness is easy. There’ll be casualties along the way, but what matters is who stands victorious at the end."

He leaned back in his chair, completely at ease despite the growing hostility in the room. "I’m not just here to sell you a drug, Samuel." His voice lowered, almost seductive in its persuasion. "I’m here to offer you power. One that could change the entire fate of District One, if not the whole world."

Samuel’s expression remained unreadable, but his fingers tapped the table contemplatively. Umal took his silence as an invitation to continue.

"This is the first batch of production. Perhaps with a little more modification, we could reduce the violent outbursts."

Samuel’s men looked at one another and while some showed cautious, intrigued looks, others were still repulsed by the memory of Xander’s slaughter. It was a room divided, that much was clear. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}