The Unbeatable Warlord

Chapter 4

Thorne’s hands flattened against his desk as he leaned forward slightly.

  “Incapable?” he repeated, his voice dangerously controlled. “You walk into a secured government facility, insult an entire command structure, and speak as though you understand warfare?”

  His sharp eyes scanned Alexander from head to toe.

  “Who exactly are you,” Thorne demanded, “that you have the guts to come in here and challenge me?!”

  The guards by the wall stiffened, waiting for a signal to remove the bold stranger.

  Alexander did not flinch.

  “My name is Alexander Leeds,” he said evenly. 

  Thorne’s jaw tightened.

  "How dare you? Do you know what we've done to put an end to the unrest? The attackers we face are not common criminals. They are international! Well-funded. Highly trained. Their weapons are not ordinary firearms bought in dark alleys!”

  He tapped a control panel, pulling up surveillance footage of armored vehicles and advanced tactical equipment.

  “They possess technology beyond what most countries publicly acknowledge! Strategic weaponry, encrypted communications, infiltration systems. They strike, destabilize, and vanish across borders!” Thorne emphasised.

  Alexander studied the footage without visible reaction.

 “You think we haven’t tried to fight back?” Thorne continued.

 “We’ve launched coordinated responses before. But any large-scale offensive would put civilians at extreme risk. If we miscalculate even slightly, thousands could die. Unless we’re willing to sacrifice everything, we can’t take that step.”

 Alexander let out a quiet chuckle.

 Thorne’s brows immediately furrowed in irritation. He couldn’t understand what Alexander found amusing about such a serious matter.

 “You find that funny?” Thorne asked with a frown.

 “No, I find it interesting.” Alexander replied calmly.

 “Interesting?” Thorne repeated, clearly baffled.

 Alexander tilted his head slightly.

 “What would happen to the person who managed to wipe out the attackers?” he asked.

 Thorne blinked.

 “What kind of question is that?”

 “A direct one,” Alexander said simply.

 Thorne shook his head.

 “As far as I know, there’s no one capable of wiping out those attackers.”

 “You can’t be certain of that,” Alexander replied.

 Thorne’s eyes sharpened.

 “I’ve spent more than ten years studying this threat,” he said firmly.

 “And after ten years, they’re still there!” Alexander responded bluntly. 

 “So if someone were to eliminate them completely, what would happen to that person?”

 The chairman let out a slow breath before responding.

 “If someone truly managed to wipe out the forces destabilizing Dawn City and restore lasting peace, that person would be regarded as a national hero. 

 They would likely be appointed to the highest strategic authority in the country—effectively becoming the Supreme National Commander, responsible for overseeing national defense and military operations.”

 The guards stiffened slightly at the magnitude of the statement.

  “And beyond that,” Thorne added, almost dismissively, “he would have direct access to the highest rulers. Privileges, authority, and influence. And if tradition were honored, he would be granted marriage into the ruling family to one of the ruler’s daughters.”

  Thorne folded his arms again. “The rewards are irrelevant. Because the scenario itself is fantasy.”

  Alexander’s lips curved slightly.

  “I will take up the challenge.”

  For the first time since the meeting began, Thorne was momentarily speechless.

  The guards shifted again, unsure whether to laugh or restrain the man.

  “You are dangerously naïve!” Thorne said finally.

  “No,” Alexander replied. “Just tired of watching my city burn!”

  Upon saying this, he walked out of the Chairman’s office without looking back.