Chapter 188 Gooden

That evening, Leon drove to Khanh City with Gooden. Gooden was a little over forty, and had a horrifying blood-red scar on his forehead. Although he was a middle-aged man, out of habit, he always wore green, giving him a domineering and ruthless edge. “It's just a mere Tyr Summers. I can simply go over and kill him for you. Why is there the need to go through such trouble?” asked Gooden. His voice was low and heavy. Leon answered, “Uncle Gooden, you might not be aware, but that Tyr Summers is extremely skilled. He used to live in Rayne as well, and just a few days ago, he killed a bunch of mercenaries from Rayne.” Gooden raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying that as a former mercenary, I’m no match for him?” Realizing that he had made a mistake in his choice of words, Leon sucked in a breath of cold air. Even as the second young master of the Fisher family, he would still get chills down his spine when facing Gooden. He wasn’t terrified of Gooden, but he definitely was not fond