For the honor of the Gibson Family?
As the second in line to inherit the ‘Gibson Family,’ it was entirely reasonable for him to say so, but what about in reality?
For merits far beyond those of his elder brother!
That’s why he had taken the risk!
The contradictory thoughts furrowed the brow of this ‘Gibson Family’s’ second heir.
A flash of insight struck the ‘Gibson Family’s’ second heir.
He thought again of that Korhal V.
Korhal V met his end because he could not control his ‘Strength’ and caused a disaster.
He had complete control over his ‘Strength,’ that was certain.
But what if it was influenced by someone else?
For instance, his elder brother!
The man was always eying him with envy.
Could all this be a trap?
Could this be a trap set by Gibson I to remove him in a collaboration with Losa XI?
The more Gibson II thought about it, the more it made sense.
Otherwise, how could he, who was normally so cautious, act so recklessly?
At this thought, Gibson II breathed a sigh of relief.
It hadn’t reached an irreparable point!
Looking at what seemed like a soundly sleeping Losa XI, Gibson II walked directly out of the shadows.
Since Losa XI had spoken to warn him but hadn’t made a killing move, that proved there was room for negotiation.
As long as there was room to talk, it proved things hadn’t reached their worst.
And at times , one needed to demonstrate their value.
Already standing in the brightly lit center of the room, Gibson II quickly understood.
Nor could he just conform to Gibson I’s wishes.
He would have to cooperate with Losa XI!
"Losa XI, indeed, you lived up to your reputation!”
"You must have known I would come back long ago, hadn’t you?”
"Perhaps you hadn’t discussed it with my brother, but the two of you had such an understanding. However, my stingy brother wanted to use you to eliminate me and didn’t offer you enough benefits, so now you intend to change collaborators, right?”
Gibson II said, looking towards Losa XI.
The drunken Losa XI continued to snore, paying no mind to Gibson II.
But the more Losa XI ignored him, the more convinced Gibson II became that Losa XI was holding the winning cards.
Otherwise, how could he be so composed?
Could he really have passed out just from a bit of alcohol?
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Even with all his predictions, Gibson II still felt nervous.
After all, this concerned his life or death.
He had to be sincere!
"The ‘Simpson Family’ has a fully semi-mechanized unit in Zone F, similar to Luodeni, yet with one hundred percent loyalty. They’re loyal to me, and I can transfer my authority to you,” Gibson II said.
"I can also form an alliance with you!”
"To be your most reliable ally!”
"I’ve already gathered quite a few heirs in similar circumstances within the ‘Hundred Major Families.’ I can represent them and join your ranks!”
Gibson II declared through gritted teeth.
This was his last card to play.
He could only fight back to the death.
But just at that moment, the snoring of Losa XI abruptly stopped.
The muffled voice rang out just like that.
Gibson II instantly felt relieved.
"I swear on the name of ‘Simpson’!”
"I’ll deliver on my promise!”
After speaking, Gibson II bent forward slightly and then retreated back into the shadows and disappeared.
It was right after Gibson II had truly left, that muffled voice of Losa XI spoke up again—
"Water, water, I need water.”