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"My final request. In light of all the things I've done for our family, please spare my wife and daughter's lives. Allow my brothers to continue serving our family."
Having done so much for the family for many years, Lyon is also aware that it is possible for Chebel to speak of such a situation.
Because his subordinates have indeed been hoping he could become the head of the Chebel family, and they have persuaded him multiple times to rename the Chebel family to Lyon's family.
So at this moment, he no longer complains, but instead kneels down in front of Chebel and bows his head in request.
However, Chebel shook his head again with cruelty:
"Leon, I once heard a phrase from a Chinese descendant I had killed, and I've always thought it made sense.
It's called: "Cutting the grass without removing the root, and the wind will blow it back again."
My son wants to smoothly inherit the business I have worked hard to build. There can be no hidden threats.
You should understand a father's earnest intentions."
"I want to kill you!"
Leon exerted all his strength, suddenly lunging at Chebel, only to be kicked away by one of the large men beside Chebel halfway through.
Normally, he isn't this weak either, but now, he's already been wounded all over.
"Leon, don't struggle. Rest peacefully, I'll personally send people to deal with your wife and daughter."
Perhaps you'll meet them again in heaven, oh, no, people like us are definitely going to hell after we die, so we probably won't meet again."
The burly man stepped forward, stepping on Leon's body, and with a menacing grin, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at his head.
Leon roared angrily while lying on the ground:
"Chebel, I regret not listening to my brothers. If there really is hell, I will crawl out of it and take you and your son down with me."
"If there is a demon in hell, I am willing to exchange my soul as the exchange to break through hell and seek revenge!"
"Unfortunately, this world has no hell nor demons; otherwise, I would have died countless times. After all, my hands are stained with so much blood."
"The reality is so cruel. Only people like me can enjoy wealth and luxury. And my children will inherit my wealth and luxury."
Chebel didn't take Leon's curse seriously at all. He had heard too many of such things.
However, at this moment, a curious voice suddenly echoed from above the rooftop water tank.
"I am not a demon, nor do I want your soul. However, if you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to help you achieve your wishes."
Everyone turned their heads to look up at the top of the water tank, unaware of when a mysterious man wearing a death mask and a long robe had appeared there.
"Where did this guy come from? Kill him!"
Chebel's eyes narrowed, and he immediately issued the order.
The dozen or so men surrounding him immediately drew out their guns and pointed them at the mysterious man, preparing to kill him on the spot.
However, their guns suddenly slipped out of their hands at the moment of aiming, as if controlled by an invisible force, floating above their foreheads, and the bullets automatically loaded into the chambers.
"I advise you not to move, otherwise I can't guarantee that the gun won't fire."
George took a step by step as if walking on air from the top of the water tank, then came down to where Leon was lying helplessly, and looked down at him.
"Your answer?"
"Very good, here is the person I currently consider to be an acceptable agent."
Once he helps Leon take control of the Chebel family, Leon will become one of the most powerful people in the underground world of the Bronx. He's qualified enough to buy shares in Stark without raising any suspicion.
And if he eliminates the other twelve families, Leon can openly absorb them.
By that time, if Leon owns such a large territory, he wouldn't be able to run away with his wife and daughter. We can cooperate for the long term.
In the later stage, help inquire about messages and deal with the pursuit of Aclais Company will also be very helpful.
He has always thought that Professor X's past actions were not wise at all. Why should he segregate mutants from humans and even give them a new name?
This wouldn't make the whole human race uncomfortable.
As the term "mutant" has already faded from human memory, why not forget it completely? They are just humans with a bit of special ability, so they can naturally cooperate with humans to deal with those evil scientists and terrorists.
Watching the incredible scene on the rooftop, Leon hesitated for two seconds before replying with a determined gaze:
"As long as you can save my family and brothers, then this life of mine is yours!"
"I don't need your life. I just need you to help me do some things in the future."
George snapped his fingers, and all the floating guns fired simultaneously, sending Chebel's men sprawling on the rooftop without any resistance.
"Sir, whatever you need to do, I can help you. You don't need to work with a loser."
The only surviving Chebel saw his men all killed, and he suddenly broke out in cold sweat as he sat in his wheelchair.
He tried to persuade George to spare his life.
However, George shook his head and laughed.
"I'm sorry, you're too old."
Having someone like Chebel as an agent could be trouble, as they might die within two or three years, and then you'd have to find a new one, which is a hassle. Moreover, their character isn't as guaranteed as Leon's.
"Let you handle it yourself."
Thin blades flew out of George's pockets and easily cut the ropes binding Leon's hands.
Leon stood up, picked up the gun from the fallen burly man, and walked over to Chebel. Without giving him a chance to say a single word of pleading, he shot him and sent him away.
"Thank you, how should I address you?"
Looking at Chebel lying in a pool of blood, Leon was silent for five seconds before turning around to sincerely thank George.
If it weren't for George's intervention, he would have definitely died today. His wife, daughter, and those brothers-in-arms who have risked their lives together would not have survived either.
So his thanks are indeed heartfelt.
"No need to thank me. I saved you for a reason; there's a deal between us.”
"From now on, you can call me 'Death God'!"
George touched his mask on his face and waved his hand.
The story of the farmer and the snake, or those who repay kindness with hate, is not uncommon. He wouldn't be naive enough to think that just because he saved the other person once, they would be eternally loyal to him.
Moreover, the other person's growth environment and experiences cannot be someone who is completely good.
"What do you need me to do?"
Leon is a clever man; he understands what George means.
Actually, he does have some doubts about George's incredible skills and the disguise he's wearing.
"There's no need now. I'll come to you when I have a need."
George pointed to the iron door at the entrance of the rooftop.
"Your boss should react quickly, so we need to leave here first."
"They are already here!"
Leon's expression changed as he heard a large number of footsteps coming from the entrance of the rooftop stairs.
At this time, his physical condition was very poor, and even if he had a gun, it would not be possible to solve so many people.
So he could only turn his head and look at George.
Now only George with his magical abilities can save him.
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