Chapter 238
Striker eyes flicked toward the shadowed figure standing silently beside Drake. He had only seen her fight once, but the memory was burned into his mind like a scar.
Her presence alone was enough to twist the air. Striker knew—if Drake unleashed her, every hero on the island would already be dead. There would be no risk, no struggle, no uncertainty.
Why, then, take such unnecessary risks? The mongrels useful for menial tasks had already been slaughtered. The Red Vanguard had fallen.
The enemy's strongest elites were gone. So why gamble with lives when one person could end it all in an instant?
Drake didn't reply right away. He merely swirled the wine, watching the liquid catch the dim light. After a long silence, he finally spoke.
"Tell me, Striker… why do you think the heroes are attacking us?"
Striker furrowed his brows, considering. Then he answered carefully.
"Because they wish to stop the cursed serum… and the project."
