Chapter 107 Wait For Me
With a gun pointed at him, Uriah dared not resist. His men raised their hands in surrender, their fear threatening to suffocate them.
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As Kallum’s eyes fixed on Uriah, who was now cornered and desperate, his pupils narrowed, the intensity of his gaze revealing a raw, undisguised intent to eliminate any threat.
“Where is Calista?” Kallum’s voice was sharp, his concern evident. Why is she not by Uriah’s side? Did Uriah harm her?
Uriah realized the depth of his miscalculation. In his arrogance, he had underestimated Kallum’s reach and resolve, assuming that Kallum would not risk everything for Calista and thus disregarding her as a valuable leverage point.
But Uriah, ever the schemer, quickly attempted to manipulate the situation to his advantage, despite his desperation.
“Let me go! Otherwise, I’ll kill that woman! His voice was tinged with false bravado, clinging to the hope that Kallum might be deceived by his bluff.
Kallum, however, maintained his composure, observing Uriah closely. After a moment, he let out a short, mocking laugh, seeing through the facade.
“You’re not holding her captive,” Kallum stated flatly, his voice cutting through the tension. “That means I don’t have to keep you alive any longer.”
Uriah was taken aback, barely processing the situation before Kallum’s forces opened fire. In a r attempt to shield himself, Uriah hid behind one of his own men.
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Although he was hit several times, none of the bullets were fatal. The realization that he was the sole
rvivor amidst the carnage sent waves of terror through him.
Kallum’s a demon! An utter demon!
With that, Uriah exclaimed, “Y–you can’t kill me! I’ve planted a bomb in the refugee camp, and I’m the only one who knows the code! If you kill me, a hundred thousand people will die!”
Kallum scoffed at Uriah’s claim, then approached and hoisted him from the ground with ease. “Bomb? Password?”
“Exactly…” Uriah stammered. A palpable fear washed over him, his voice quivering with the weight of his impending doom.
“There’s only half an hour left before the explosion! If you kill me, they’ll all die!” he cried out, his blood- stained hands desperately clutching at Kallum.
This was the first time Uriah found himself in such utter disarray, his pride crumbling as he yearned to beg for mercy. “Let me go… and I’ll give you the password right away…”
Kallum responded with a dismissive laugh, casually releasing his grip and watching Uriah tumble to the ground. Scrambling to his feet, Uriah seemed poised to grasp at Kallum’s foot in a last–ditch effort to save himself.
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Chapter 107 Wait For Me
Only pure–bloods like me deserve to live. Everyone else should burn in hell!
However, Kallum coldly stepped on Uriah’s hand before he could make another move.
Even with minimal force applied, Uriah winced in pain–a man of high society, unaccustomed to physical suffering, his pampered fingers writhing under the unfamiliar strain.
“Where is Calista?” Kallum demanded authoritatively, towering over Uriah, who felt the full weight of his own insignificance, as if standing before a God. How could he dare to suggest that Calista was possibly dead by then?
his teeth, Uriah was forced to admit her location through clenched teeth. “At the peak of the
Gritting mountain!”
With a slight shift of his foot, causing Uriah to wince again, Kallum smirked and pressed further, “How much of the K Virus do you still have in your possession?”
Knowing the stakes, especially with a hundred thousand lives hanging in balance, Uriah knew better than to lie. “The K Virus is too dangerous… Apart from those already exposed, there’s none left…”
“And your uncle? He doesn’t have any either?” Kallum probed further.
“My uncle is determined, still aiming to control Lostaria–he would never use the K Virus…” Uriah confessed, understanding that infecting the populace he sought to rule would be counterproductive.
Kallum found Uriah’s honesty in this moment both satisfying and revolting. It was clear that even among rebels, there were lines that should not be crossed, yet Uriah had seemed to have lost all sense of moral boundaries.
Handing Uriah over to Ryder, who stood ready behind him, Kallum gave his orders, “Send a message to
military district, inform them about the bomb. Start evacuations immediately, and get as many people afety within half an hour.”
He added, “And as for this man, keep him alive only until he gives up the password. If the bomb goes off, he dies too. Everyone else, follow me!”
Uriah, realizing the gravity of Kallum’s words, covered his hand in shock. “Kallum! Are you trying to kill me? Don’t you care about the lives of those hundred thousand people!”
A sardonic smirk curled on Kallum’s lips. Facing his own imminent death, he had little left to lose. Moreover, he recognized the deep–seated malice in Uriah’s eyes–a man of considerable influence and vengeful disposition was too dangerous to be left at large.
Additionally, Uriah’s reckless tampering with the K Virus was proof enough of his decayed ethical compass. To Kallum, ensuring such a man never wielded power again was not just a choice but a necessity.
If it meant making the hard decisions, so be it; he had always been prepared to make sacrifices, whether on the battlefield or beyond.
He felt assured in his resolve, believing firmly that his decision to prioritize saving Calista was the most righteous decision he had ever made.
So, Calista, wait for me!