Midas stood there for a moment, his thoughts ringing through his head. Who exactly was after him? That was what he was questioning at that moment.
Midas had made his fair share of enemies, most of whom he had managed to destroy, but an enemy that had managed to put together such a massive sum of millions just to get rid of him and his Clan was honestly insane.
Keeping a low profile was something he was always good at, and it helped him get by. If it wasn't for the fact that some Rouriga Clan had tried to get rid of him, only to be gotten rid of by the Administrators of the Trials, then Midas would never have been taken seriously. That was his folly and just the way things had turned out.
However, it seemed that his interaction with those people in the Trials, however nice and respectful he was, had made some people want to kill him. And since they wanted his body, then it meant that they wanted something else from him too.
