Marvel's Omniversal Magic Sovereign

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"My last request. For all I've done for the family, spare my wife and daughter's lives. Let my brothers continue to serve the family."

Having worked for the family for so many years, Leon knew that what Cheever said wasn't impossible.

His subordinates had indeed always hoped he would become the head of the Cheever family and had repeatedly urged him to change the Cheever family name to the Leon family.

So, at this moment, he no longer complained. He simply knelt before Cheever, bowing his head in supplication.

However, Cheever cruelly shook his head again:

"Leon, I once heard a saying from a Chinese man I eliminated. I've always found it very insightful.

It's called: cut the grass, but don't remove the roots, and it will grow back with the spring breeze.

For my son to successfully inherit this business I built, there can't be a single potential threat.

You must understand a father's painstaking efforts."

"I'll kill you!"

Leon summoned all his strength, suddenly exploding and lunging at Cheever, only to be kicked away by a burly man beside Cheever midway through his lunge.

Normally, he wouldn't be this weak, but he was already severely injured.

"Leon, don't struggle. Go peacefully. I will personally take care of your wife and daughter.

Perhaps you and they will meet again in heaven. Oh no, people like us are surely going to hell after death, so you probably won't be able to meet again."

The burly man stepped forward, pinning Leon under his foot, and with a sneer, drew his pistol and aimed it at Leon's head.

Leon lay on the ground, roaring furiously:

"Cheever, I regret not listening to my brothers! If there truly is a hell, I will crawl out of it and drag you and your son down with me.

If hell has demons, I am willing to trade my soul to break out of hell and seek revenge!"

"Unfortunately, this world has no hell, and no demons. Otherwise, I would have died countless times already, given how much blood is on my hands.

Reality is this cruel. Only people like me can enjoy wealth and luxury, and my children will inherit my wealth and luxury."

Cheever was completely unfazed by Leon's curses; he had heard such words too many times.

However, at that moment, an amused voice suddenly came from above the rooftop water tank:

"I am not a demon, nor do I want your soul, but if you are willing to cooperate with me, then I am willing to grant your wish."

Everyone turned their heads to look at the top of the water tank. Unbeknownst to them, a mysterious man wearing a Reaper mask and draped in a long robe stood there.

"Where did this guy come from? Kill him!"

Cheever narrowed his eyes and immediately ordered.

The dozen or so subordinates guarding him immediately drew their pistols skillfully, aimed at the mysterious man, and prepared to shoot him dead on the spot.

However, the moment they aimed, their pistols suddenly detached from their hands, as if manipulated by an invisible force. They floated in mid-air, pointed at their foreheads, and the bullets automatically chambered.

"I advise you not to move, or I can't guarantee the guns won't go off."

George walked down from the top of the water tank as if stepping on air, then came before Leon, who lay on the ground unable to get up, looking down at him.

"Your answer?"

Indeed, Leon was the proxy he currently deemed suitable.

Once he helped Leon take over the Cheever family, Leon would become one of the most powerful figures in the Bronx's underworld, perfectly qualified to buy Stark shares without raising suspicion.

Moreover, if he cleared out the other twelve families, Leon could openly absorb them.

By then, with such a large territory, Leon couldn't possibly run away with his wife and daughter, allowing for long-term cooperation.

In the future, helping to gather information and deal with Alkali Genetics' pursuit could also be of great assistance.

He had always felt that Professor X's past approach was too unwise. Why separate mutants from humans and even give them a new name?

This only made trouble for all of humanity.

Anyway, humans had already forgotten the term "mutant." Let them forget completely. They were just humans with special abilities, and naturally, they could cooperate with other humans to deal with evil scientists and terrorists.

Leon looked at the incredible scene on the rooftop, stunned for two seconds, then replied with firm eyes:

"If you can save my family and my brothers, then my life is yours!"

"I don't need your life. I just need you to do some things for me in the future."

George snapped his fingers. All the suspended pistols fired simultaneously, and all of Cheever's subordinates fell on the rooftop without resistance.

"Sir, whatever you need, I can do it for you. You don't need to cooperate with a failure."

Cheever, the sole survivor, saw all his subordinates killed and immediately broke into a cold sweat in his wheelchair.

He tried to persuade George to spare him.

However, George smiled and shook his head:

"No, you're too old."

Having someone like Cheever as a proxy meant he might kick the bucket in two or three years, and then he'd have to find someone new, which was too troublesome. Besides, his character wasn't as reliable as Leon's.

"I'll leave this to you to handle."

A razor-thin blade flew out of George's pocket, effortlessly severing the ropes binding Leon's hands.

Leon got up, picked up the fallen burly man's pistol, and went to Cheever. Without giving Cheever a chance to beg for mercy, he shot him dead with one bullet.

"Thank you. What should I call you?"

Leon looked at Cheever lying in a pool of blood. He was silent for five seconds, then turned and genuinely thanked George.

If George hadn't intervened, he would surely have died today, and his wife, daughter, and his brothers, with whom he had faced life and death, would definitely not have survived either.

So, his thanks were sincere.

"No need to thank me. I saved you for my own purposes. We have a cooperative relationship.

As for my name, it's not convenient to tell you."

George touched the mask on his face and waved his hand.

The farmer and the snake, repaying kindness with enmity—such things were not uncommon. He wouldn't delude himself into thinking that just because he saved the other party once, they would be utterly loyal to him.

Moreover, given Leon's upbringing and experiences, he couldn't possibly be an easy person to deal with.

"Then I'll call you Reaper. What do you need me to do?"

Leon asked, looking at George's mask.

He was a smart man and understood what George wanted to convey.

In fact, he wasn't without questions about George's incredible methods and his disguised appearance.

"Whatever you want. I don't need anything now. When I do, I will naturally come to find you."

George pointed to the iron door leading to the rooftop entrance:

"Your boss's men will probably react quickly. We need to leave here first."

"They're already here!"

Leon's expression changed. He heard heavy footsteps coming from the rooftop staircase.

His physical condition was very poor now. Even with a gun in hand, he couldn't possibly deal with so many people.

So, he could only turn to George.

Now, only George, with his mysterious abilities, could save him.

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