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The Mexican gang leader Gust had had enough of Alex Ray's speech. His already rough and weathered face twisted with growing impatience.
His eyes, sharp as blades, locked onto Alex, a dangerous gleam flashing in their inky depths.
"You talk too damn much. It's pissing me off," he interrupted coldly.
"I don't give a damn if those kids go to school or not. They make plenty pushing my product. School's useless to them."
"Anyone touches my crew, I'll deal with them personally."
His voice was laced with menace, making it crystal clearâanyone crossing his line would pay dearly.
"Same goes for me."
"Yeah."
Murmurs began to ripple across the room as other gang leaders chimed in, clearly dissatisfied with Alex's moralizing.
With Gust taking the lead in confrontation, others quickly followed suit.
Despite the mounting opposition, Alex didn't flinch. His expression remained cold and composed, eyes radiating an inexplicable authority.
Before he could respond, Tom Ralphâthe co-leader of the Irish gangâchuckled and stepped forward.
"Young man, you're still too green."
"You really think you can strip our interests away without any consequences?"
"To us, profit's more valuable than life. Around here, human life's the cheapest currency there is."
"This is Hell's Kitchen. You think preaching's gonna get you anywhere?"
"We thrive in hell because we've embraced cruelty. We sold our souls to the devil a long time ago."
"You're from here, too. Don't you know how this place works?"
There was mockery and disdain in Tom's voice, like a veteran scoffing at a naĂŻve newcomer.
Alex was silent for a moment, then responded calmly:
"I'm not trying to make enemies. I just want you to understandâeducation is the only shot these kids have at changing their future."
"They're innocent. Society condemns them for 'sins' they never committed, just because of where they were born."
"What did they do wrong? Is it their fault they came into this world in the first place?"
"They can't even walk or talk yet, but they're already stamped with the Hell's Kitchen labelâlooked at like they're already damned. That's not justice."
"I know the world isn't fair. I'm not naĂŻve enough to think I can change it completely."
"I just want to give them a choice. A chance to prove that being born in hell wasn't their fault."
"They didn't get to choose whether to be born in heaven or hell. But we can give them the choice to stay in this place with us bastards⊠or claw their way out and never come back."
His voice rang out clear and resolute, even if he knew his message might fall on deaf ears in a place as blood-soaked as Hell's Kitchen.
He had spoken his truth. Whether or not it reached them was beyond his control.
Strength would have to do the rest.
Alex rose from his seat, sweeping his gaze across the room with commanding authority.
"Alsoâthis isn't up for debate."
"I'm informing you. If you don't like it, we settle things the Hell's Kitchen wayâone-on-one."
He pointed directly at the gathered leaders.
"I'll take you all on. Anyone who refuses to comply can go homeâor come at me. We'll settle it tonight."
"Go ahead and call your people. I know every single one of you has backups. You'd better bring them all, because you won't get another chance."
"For those willing to support the school, stick around. We'll talk sponsorship."
The room exploded in tension.
Gust jabbed a finger at Alex.
"Alright then, tough guy. You've got balls, I'll give you that. I've had enough of you. There's no room in Hell's Kitchen for someone who breaks the rules!"
Other gang leaders stood up, equally outraged by Alex's challenge, pledging to take him down.
They didn't believe for a second that a kid like Alex could go up against them all.
But Alex didn't back down. He knew only one language mattered hereâstrength.
He would soon be facing off against some of the most dangerous men in Hell's Kitchen. To survive, he'd need more than just powerâhe'd need brains and precision.
This wasn't just about pride. It was about the future of the school, and the kids he was trying to protect.
Kingpin, standing to the side in silence, understood better than anyone how significant this moment was.
He'd seen countless gangs rise and fall. And he knew this would be the last stand for many of the men in this room.
With a trace of pity in his eyes, Kingpin glanced around at the leaders who were about to walk into their own graves.
He shook his head slowly as they stormed out, fury etched across their faces.
They would summon their forces. Prepare for war.
But Kingpin knew they were already finished.
"Well then... take care," he muttered to their backs. "No need for goodbyes. I'll be seeing you in Hell's Kitchen."
Alex remained calm as the meeting room emptied.
He knew exactly what those gang leaders intended. And he understood their hatred and scorn for him.
But he also knew this was no longer just a gang disputeâbigger players would soon make their moves.
One by one, the leaders who opposed him exited with grim faces and hardened resolve.
They would rally their crews. Tonight would be bloody.
They were determined to make Alex pay. They wanted the world to remember: they still ruled Hell's Kitchen.
Eventually, only a few figures remained in the massive conference room.
To Alex's surprise, the British gang leader Tommy Shelby was still seated.
Tommy caught Alex's look and spoke up in his usual cool tone.
"Don't look so surprised. I'm not like those thugs who only think with their fists. I support the school."
"I'm even willing to help you deal with themâif the compensation's right."
He then glanced at Kingpin and Vongola I beside Alex.
Vongola I understood the unspoken implication and gave Alex a firm pat on the shoulder.
"I'll start preparations. Leave the central districts to me."
With that, he turned and walked out.
Alex waved casually. "It's all good. We're family. And Uncle Fisk runs Hell's Kitchen anyway. Just tell me what you want."
With only three people left in the conference room, the real negotiation began.
"I want the Irish gang's territory," Tommy Shelby said bluntly.
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