"My last request, for all I've done for the Family, spare my wife and daughter's lives, and let my brothers continue to serve the Family."
Having worked for the Family for so many years, Rice knew that the situation Che Bi'er spoke of was not impossible.
This was because his subordinates had always hoped he could become the Family Head of the Chebel Family and had repeatedly urged him to change the Chebel Family to the Rice Family.
So at this moment, he no longer complained, but knelt before Che Bi'er, bowing his head and pleading.
However, Che Bi'er cruelly shook his head again:
"Rice, I once heard a saying from a Chinese man I killed, and I've always thought it made a lot of sense.
It's called: Cut the grass but not the roots, and it will grow again with the spring breeze.
For my son to smoothly inherit the enterprise I've built, there can't be even a hint of potential threat.
You must understand a father's painstaking efforts."
"I'll kill you!"
Rice used all his strength, suddenly lunging at Che Bi'er, but he was kicked away by a burly man beside Che Bi'er halfway through his lunge.
Normally, he wouldn't be so weak, but now he was already covered in wounds.
"Rice, don't struggle. Go peacefully. I will personally take people to deal with your wife and daughter.
Perhaps you and they will meet in heaven, oh no, people like us are certainly going to hell after death, so it might not be possible to meet again."
The burly man stepped forward, trampled Rice underfoot, and with a sinister grin, pulled out a pistol and aimed it at his head.
Rice lay on the ground, roaring furiously:
"Che Bi'er, I deeply 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 there are demons in hell, I am willing to exchange my soul to break out of hell and seek revenge!"
"Unfortunately, there is no hell in this World, nor are there demons, otherwise I should have died countless times already, after all, my hands are stained with so much blood.
Reality is just this cruel; only people like me can enjoy wealth and honor, and my children will inherit my wealth and honor."
Che Bi'er was not bothered by Rice's curse at all; he had heard such words far too many times.
However, just then, an intrigued voice suddenly came from above the water tank on the rooftop:
"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 fulfill your wish."
Everyone turned their heads and looked towards the top of the water tank. At some point, a mysterious man wearing a God of Death mask and a long robe stood there.
"Where did this fellow come from? Kill him!"
Che Bi'er narrowed his eyes and immediately commanded.
The dozen or so subordinates guarding him immediately and skillfully drew their pistols, aimed at the mysterious man, and prepared to shoot him on the spot.
However, their pistols suddenly detached from their hands the moment they aimed, as if controlled by an invisible force, floating in the air and pressing against their foreheads, and the bullets automatically chambered.
"I advise you not to move, otherwise I can't guarantee the guns won't go off."
George walked down from the top of the water tank, step by step, as if treading on air, then came before Rice, who was lying on the ground unable to get up, looking down at him.
"Your answer?"
That's right, this Rice was the agent he currently thought was quite good.
Once he helped Rice take over the Chebel Family, Rice would become one of the most powerful people in the underground World of the Bronx, perfectly qualified to buy Stark's stocks without suspicion.
And if he cleared out the other twelve families, Rice could also openly annex them.
By then, with such a large territory, Rice wouldn't be able to run away with his wife and daughter, allowing for long-term cooperation.
Later, helping to gather information and dealing with the pursuit of the Arkley Company could also be of great help.
He had always felt that Professor X's past actions were too unwise. Why separate Mutants from humans and even give them a specific new name?
This was just causing trouble for all of humanity.
Anyway, humans had already forgotten the term Mutant, so let them completely forget it. They were just humans with a bit of special ability, and naturally, they could cooperate with humans to deal with those evil scientists and Terrorists.
Rice looked at the incredible scene on the rooftop, stunned for two seconds, then replied with firm eyes:
"As long as you can save my family and brothers, then my life is yours!"
"I don't want your life; I just need you to do some things for me in the future."
George snapped his fingers, and all the floating pistols fired simultaneously. Che Bi'er's subordinates fell onto the rooftop without any resistance.
"Sir, whatever you need done, I can help you do it. You don't need to cooperate with a loser."
The only surviving Che Bi'er, seeing all his subordinates killed, broke out in a cold sweat while sitting in his wheelchair.
He tried to persuade George to spare him.
However, George smiled and shook his head:
"No, you're too old."
If someone like Che Bi'er were an agent, he might kick the bucket in two or three years, and then he'd have to find a new one, which was too much trouble, and his character wasn't as reliable as Rice's.
"I'll leave it to you to handle."
A razor-thin blade flew out of George's pocket, easily cutting the ropes binding Rice's hands.
Rice got up, picked up the pistol of the fallen burly man, and came before Che Bi'er. Without giving him a chance to utter a single word of plea, he directly shot him, sending him away.
"Thank you, what should I call you?"
Looking at Che Bi'er lying in a pool of blood, Rice was silent for five seconds, then turned and sincerely thanked George.
If George hadn't intervened, he would have died today, and his wife, daughter, and those brothers who had faced life and death with him would definitely not have survived.
So his thanks were also from the bottom of his heart.
"No need to thank me. I saved you for my own purpose. We are in a cooperative relationship.
From now on, you can call me by my codename, God of Death!"
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 think that just because he saved the other party once, they would be wholeheartedly loyal to him.
Moreover, given the other party's upbringing and experiences, he couldn't be some good person.
"What do you need me to do?"
Rice was a smart man; he understood what George wanted to express.
In fact, with George's magical methods and his hidden identity, he wasn't without questions in his heart.
"Not now. When needed, I will naturally come to you."
George pointed to the iron gate at the rooftop entrance:
"Your boss's people should react very quickly. We need to leave here first."
"They're already here!"
Rice's expression changed; he heard a large number of footsteps coming from the rooftop staircase.
At this moment, his physical condition was very poor, and even with a gun in his hand, it would be impossible to deal with so many people.
So he could only turn to look at George.
Now, only George, with his miraculous abilities, could save him.
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