The Greatest Man Alive By Maveric Bowman

Six people sat in the meeting room. These six people were the six leaders of the killer organization, The Lake.
Nathan grinned and said, "Hello, everyone. If you're my guys, cut me."
These six people turned to look at him, and their faces changed a lot.
At this moment, on the screen in the meeting room, there were two photos. One was Gussie, and the other was Nathan.
Gussie came out after Nathan. She wore a short down jacket with jeans and a pair of Nike sneakers, which made her look very
simple and fresh.
"Are you looking at our photos? You don't have to look at them. We are here," Gussie said lightly.
Among these six people, an elderly man in his sixties frowned and said slowly, "I didn't expect the two of you to be so well-
informed. I can't believe you came right to our organization..."
Nathan took Gussie's hand and walked in directly. Then they sat down side by side on the chairs beside these six people.
"Continue the meeting. I want to know how you plan to kill me after losing thirteen killers," Nathan said with a smile, tilting his
head.
The old man became sullen and said, "Since you came here on your own initiative and delivered yourself into our hands, then it
seems that we don't need to discuss it."
Gussie shook her head and said, "I'm curious how much money the Reagan family in Rikkus gave you. How much is my life
worth?"
"Six million dollars," The old man didn't hesitate to tell the real situation to a dying person.
Gussie said with disappointment, "The Reagan family's members are really stingy. If I live, I can get more than a billion dollars
from them. But they're buying my life for six million dollars?"
Six million dollars was actually a sky-high price for Gussie, who was an unknown person.
Generally speaking, ordinary people wanted to find killers to kill others, they often spent more than ten thousand dollars. There
were so many desperados rushing to do it.

If they looked for a better organization, they would have to spend between a hundred thousand and a few hundred thousand
dollars. Those people, who could be worth six million dollars, were often celebrities and had a certain social status.
"I don't know if I should say that you are bold, or that you are out of your mind. Knowing that we are going to kill you, and you
came to our base?" A woman said and took out a butterfly knife in her hand.
Then she started playing with it. The butterfly knife was twirling in her hand, dazzling others.
This made Gussie very envious. She really liked the butterfly knife, but she couldn't play with it herself.
The old man said, "Since you're here, don't leave."
He looked at Nathan and said, "About your life, we'll only charge the Reagan family one share. Give them the other for free."
Nathan smiled, "Okay. Those juniors of the Reagan family hate me very much. They said that if I were in Rikkus, they would
definitely kill me."
The six people had already stood up, dispersed slowly and then surrounded Nathan and Gussie about two meters away.
Nathan deliberately turned his head to observe Gussie. He only saw that her expression was as usual, without any timidity or
flinching.
It seemed that I did a good job of cultivating her guts, and that fight on the cliff behind Devendill Prison really enlightened her...
Or maybe the sword of Warlord was too sharp, so she always carried out the belief that hesitancy leads to defeat...
"Mr. Evans, why did you ask Butcher and me to come here so late?" A carefree voice came from the door at this time.
Jack, who had changed from a strong man to a skinny monkey, walked in. As soon as he saw the bustle of the scene, he
screamed out, not in fear, but in excitement.
Butcher also walked in after Jack. At first, Butcher felt that something was wrong when he saw the two men in black lying at the
door. When he came in and saw this scene, he also screamed strangely.
Gussie's scalp tingled when she heard the strange screams of these two men.
She asked, "What are they screaming?"

"Excited," Nathan said indifferently.
Bloodthirsty people like Jack and Butcher had become addicted to killing.
After being held back in Devendill Prison for so many years, now that they were free to kill now, but under Nathan's control.
Seeing the opportunity to kill others, they would naturally be very excited.
"Are there any helpers? Are you here to die? It's just right. You are going to die here together," The woman holding the butterfly
knife said with a sneer.
"Wow, this killer is a woman," Butcher exclaimed.
Jack said to Butcher, "The three on the left belong to you, and the three on the right belong to me. Don't take anyone else's,
okay?"
Butcher said, "No, no. This woman belongs to me!"
Nathan said with some displeasure, "Have you guys finished chatting yet?"
"Mr. Evans..." They hurriedly turned their heads and bowed to Nathan.
The six killer leaders were all confused. They wondered if people nowadays were so weird.
"Kill them all," Nathan's eyes turned cold, and he said calmly.
After finishing his words, he stood up.
The woman holding the butterfly knife sneered, "Want to leave?"
Before her knife could go through, Butcher's large, chubby hand pinched her wrist. Then she turned her head and saw his
abnormal smile.
"There's nothing I like better than a woman screaming," Butcher grinned grimly, clutching her wrist.
With a clang, he broke her wrist straight away. Her cries of pain followed, of course.
Jack licked his mouth, and he was so excited that a sneer kept coming out of his throat. His body was shaking like a vampire
who had been sleeping for a hundred years at the sight of blood. Even the emboldened Gussie felt a tingle as she stepped out of

the meeting room and heard the screams mixed with their perverted laughter.
"Is it good for them to do so?" Gussie asked hesitantly.
"Hey, they want to kill you," Nathan glanced at Gussie and said strangely,
"How about I ask Jack and Butcher to leave, and you go in and are killed by them?"
"Uh... Forget it," Gussie froze for a moment and shook her head, feeling a little silly for her pity.
Nathan said, "Let these two lunatics destroy this killer organization, and it can be regarded as a wake-up call for other
organizations. Those people want to kill you, so they have to pay the price. Later, I will ask Lobo to post again in Underground's
forum. For this post, the Reagan family can't pay a hell of a lot of money to hire someone to kill you."
Nathan did so as a precaution.
In his eyes, killers were useless. But sometimes, people would make mistakes.
If he was ever distracted and had an accident, it would not be good.
Gussie had not fully grown up yet, so he had to protect her well.
When she could establish a sect and take charge of her own affairs, he could be free to do nothing.
In the beginning, Nathan could leave Emperia City safely, and he was not disturbed for the next ten years because Nicolas was
ruthless enough when he killed others.
Is he Nicolas' son?
Sometimes, when it was time to be ruthless, he wouldn't relent at all.
Nathan and Gussie were waiting at the entrance of the inn for Butcher and
Jack to come out. About ten minutes later, these two people came out with excitement on their faces. They obviously had fierce
glints in their eyes and some blood stains on their clothes, which made them look pretty scary.