DESTINY GAMES

Chapter 156 Heads up.

The table and couches in the booth were aligned as two incomplete circles close to each other. Those who enter the booth from the door could walk to the center of the room through the gap in the table or move to the edge of the rooms to access the couches.

The servers did the former. They used the gap in the semicircular table to serve the food and drinks. The people subordinates attending the meetings did the latter. They sat down on their couches and waited for the meeting to start.

Red Dream didn't greet them and didn't greet her either. Red Dream also wasn't eating or having a good time, so they couldn't either. They sat in their seats in total silence while sharing glances with the other people at the table.

Things continued like this for a long while. Red Dream was the only leader at the table, so her attitude and words took priority. No one wanted to disrespect her, so they could only be bored.

This didn't change until another leader arrived. It was the one leader that Red Dream didn't expect would come. But it seemed that she had underestimated the importance of this meeting to him.

It was snake eyes that came. His large serpentine form walked into the booth with a swagger. His white scales reflected light in a mesmerizing way that made him look beautiful.

That beauty and the power he wielded as the boss of a narcos gang always made him confident. In fact, his ego is so high that he thought he was worthy of becoming the leader of a cabal.

He also didn't want to create one himself. He wanted to unite his fellow gang leaders as subordinates under him. That didn't work out. His attempt to force them to work with him led to the culling of his gang and the reduction of his power in half.

To be honest, he hasn't failed completely because he still hasn't given up yet. He is still amassing wealth and recruiting more subordinates in preparation for a big war that will make him a cabal leader.

Actually, what he was hoping to do is get a D-rank super into his employ, as that kind of power is the threshold for the leadership of a cabal. That meant he would need a lot of money to pay someone like that or a lot of money to buy a powerful slave like that.

Either way, he is preparing a lot of money. Imagine his anger when he found out that someone else had the same idea as him and was even making moves to take his place. He just had to be here to see everything with his two eyes.

The two yellow vertical pupils in his serpentine eyes scanned the booth for any danger or anything out of place. Then he handed his white fur coat over to his lackey behind him.

He marched into the room and took his seat. Then he narrowed his eyes at the other subordinates sitting around him. They took the hint and stood up immediately. It left only Red Dream and him sitting.

Red Dream didn't care, but he won't stand for such disrespect. The way he had stared at them like a beast looking at prey showed was just a prelude to what he would do to them if they hadn't stood up in a hurry.

If anyone hates snakes, they wouldn't like Snake Eyes. His skin was made of smooth, sharp, and perfectly arranged white scales. The way they reflected light made their edges look red.

His head looks like that of a viper. He doesn't have external ears, but he has a forked tongue to make up for his lacking senses. His eyes are also very good, unlike those of a natural snake.

He has venomous fangs that snakes have. But the more dangerous part of him is his sharp claws. Snakes don't have arms, but this one does, and they are deadly.

He said to Red Dream, "You look beaten up. It seems the situation is very serious. Tell me what happened."

She nodded. But first, she said to the subordinates, "Call your bosses. They will need to hear this."

They obeyed her and used their phones or radios to make communication connections with their respective bosses. Some brought out their laptops and tablets to create some kind of virtual presence for their bosses.

Red Dream began when everyone was ready. She said, "There was no warning. The day was going on like normal. But then there was an alarm at the outer wall."

"I didn't think much of it. It could have been a junkie coming to attack us for more dust or a particularly powerful zombie. There was just no reason to suspect anything more. The report that we were being attacked by a single person also made me underestimate the situation."

"Not that it would have mattered if I had taken the situation seriously. I found out later that there was nothing we could have done to repel him."

"But before then, he showed himself impenetrable to gunfire and explosions of any kind. The anti-material rifles in our sentry guns didn't do anything against him."

"These guns could shred a tank, but apparently he was far more durable than a tank. He was also far stronger than a tank, as seen when he ripped the gate off its hinges."

"By the time I realized that the situation was serious, he had gained entry into the farm and was approaching the base. I rallied all my men and put up a final defense in preparation to fight him."

"Now that I think about it, I suspect that he took his time to let us prepare. He could have rushed us, but he let us prepare for him. He took on whatever we could dish out without breaking a sweat. He also didn't kill anyone. He had the opportunity to several times but he didn't kill anyone."