Chapter 22: The Howl of the southern Cartel(Wrath)

  The envoy barely made it through the thick jungle before he stepped into a massive broken gates and thick scent of blood.

  Where the Mafia had greeted with suits and cigars, and the Yakuza with silence and ceremony, Iron-Fang welcomed them with violence. Men brawled bare-knuckled in the dirt, blood sprayed across walls already painted red. Guns lay in dissembled on tables, knives were whetted with the rhythm of breathing. Next to all that were drugs of all kind, The air reeked of sweat, smoke, and meat—meat no one dared name.

  Inside, the second-in-command lounged not on a throne but on the corpses of three fresh lieutenants. She gnawed on a bone as though it were nothing more than a toothpick, veins bulging like coiled vipers across her arms. Blood trickled down her claws, dripping slowly on the couch, around her were frozen other figures there aura no less intense,

  When the envoy entered, the room shifted—the low chatter fading into a silence of predators tasting prey.

  “You must be the Dragon envoy fucker?…’’ she spoke her voice completely devoid of mercy, just cold command,

  [Name: Sekhmet]

  [Homo branch: Chimera]

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  [ability:crimson might].

  [Title:Vice-leader of iron-fang cartel]

  [Affiliation:One of the seven deadly sin families of the underworld].

  ‘’Let me guess…you brought me the 12 Families’ message as well?” the cartel boss growled. Her voice was more beast than woman.

  ‘’you got thirty seconds…speak!!’’ She ordered.

  The envoy began, steady despite the stench and glares filled with bloodlust. He spoke of the stolen relic, the rebel threat inside thanaros island, the demand that Iron-Fang remain outside the Blood-Moon hunt.

  The response came before he could finish the whole message,

  A roar shook the rafters. The boss snatched him by the head and smashed him through a wall. Wood shattered. Stone cracked. Dust rained down.

  “STAY OUT?!” she bellowed, her eyes burning red with rage. “Who are YOU to tell US Iron-Fang when and when not to hunt?!”

  The envoy dragged himself from the rubble, coughing blood, but still standing.

  That only made her blood boil faster . Her aura detonated in a crimson storm, crushing lesser cartel members into pulp just by proximity. Beams split, walls crumbled, the ground itself quivered beneath her fury and clash with the envoy.

  “You think threats like that will scare us?” she snarled. “You think we’re like those suited bastards? Or those inked ghosts?” She spread her arms wide, her aura howling. “We are wolves!”

  She ripped a steel beam from the ruins and hurled it. The envoy sidestepped as it whistled past and vanished into the horizon—piercing a distant mountain and carving a massive pathway on impact!!.

  “If the 12 Families want to leash us…” her voice deepened into a guttural roar, “then let them come. Let them try once again!!”

  Silence followed, broken only by groaning timbers.

  The envoy wiped his mouth and spoke coldly. “So be it..I shall deliver your answer.”

  She stepped close, her breath thick with iron and smoke. The fury drained from her voice into something worse: calm.

  “Do that. And tell them —Don’t think will bow just because asura isn’t here, Cross us again… and will kill you!!.” Sekt promised,

  The envoy turned and walked away, leaving behind a compound in ruins and a cartel full of wild animals, howling for the coming war.

  End of chapter 22.