CHAPTER HUNDRED ELEVEN

The power of the ancient ring coursed through his veins as he vibrated on the spot. His blood was liquid steel and the deity gave him the power of a warrior.

Gideon still had a smile on his face as he took the documents and began to laugh. All his men joined in and created a sick harmony of croaky laughter and cheer. "You remember the night I came to your apartment after Xavier was stupid enough to make you the heir of all his belongings?" He asked.

Leon shrugged. Of course he could remember that night. That had been his first experience that convinced him that Gideon wasn't really mentally well. It has been a rather sad discovery because he'd thought that all he had on his hands was possibly a greedy man that wanted everything to himself and didn't want to miss out on the wealth that he'd helped create. After all, the history of Xavier and his supreme messenger was well known across all sides but he never would have guessed that the man was a nutcase too.

But then, Gideon had