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Under the horrified and shocked gazes of everyone, there was a deafening roar as Typhoid Mary was ruthlessly kicked away. Dragging a golden trail of light behind her, she crashed into several bodyguards before slamming into the wall, which crumbled under the impact, sending smoke and dust into the air.
The expensive crystal chandeliers above swayed violently, and the lights flickered. Bullseye, Lady Bullseye, and Rhino, who had been ready to attack, stopped dead in their tracks, frozen in shock. All eyes turned toward Leon, who slowly lowered his slender right leg, the atmosphere instantly turning heavy and silent.
Even Obadiah, who had remained calm throughout, finally reacted, standing up slowly as cold sweat ford on his forehead. What just happened? Kingpin had boasted about how powerful his team was, especially Mary, yet she had been taken out with a single kick. And no one else had even moved.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Obadiah gave a frantic glance at his bodyguard, silently ordering him to retract whatever command he had given earlier. The bodyguard, snapping out of his stupor, broke into a cold sweat as he trembled, frantically fumbling with his hands in his pockets to cancel the hidden order, his fingers moving so fast they nearly broke.
That was too fast. If his n had acted, it would have been a massacre.
Leon's swift and devastating kick had silenced the entire room. Despite the tension, Kingpin maintained his composure, though his arrogance had faded. His tone, now more cautious, lacked the sa confidence.
"Who are you?" Kingpin asked, eyes still sharp but uncertain.
Leon, calm as ever, replied, "This doesn't concern you. What's your answer?"
Kingpin hesitated, his gaze full of both ferocity and doubt. He couldn't fully gauge the strength of the man before him, but the power behind that kick was undeniably terrifying.
Mary had attacked from such a close range, and yet Leon had kicked her away effortlessly. Whether she was alive or dead was unclear. Even for a combat master like Kingpin, whose physical abilities and reflexes had reached the peak of human potential, he couldn't follow the speed of that kick. What he had seen, however, was the golden light that radiated from Leon's strike—an ability that was far from ordinary.
If Kingpin agreed to Leon's terms, it would put all his dealings with Obadiah and his future plans in jeopardy. Worse, his reputation in the underworld would take a massive hit. His na—Kingpin—was synonymous with power and status, but if he backed down from two unknown individuals today, his dominance would falter. Rival gang leaders would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to unite against him.
Weighing the consequences, Kingpin's hesitation evaporated. He had made his decision.
Leon, with his heightened awareness and insight, could sense Kingpin's shifting emotions. He sighed internally, knowing what was coming. So predictable, he thought. His skill at bluffing still hadn't reached perfection.
"Kill them," Kingpin bellowed, shrugging off his coat.
At his command, Bloody Mary, buried in the debris, suddenly surged back to her feet, breaking through the cloud of dust and smoke. A wave of intense spiritual power erupted from her, distorting the air around her. The blood trickling down her forehead gave her a twisted, feral look. She extended her hand, using her ability to create a force field. Leon and Natasha were instantly enveloped by it, their bodies feeling as if they were carrying the weight of a mountain.
At the sa ti, Kingpin's n opened fire, their guns roaring as bullets tore through the air.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Not only that, but Sandman's arm morphed into a giant sand hamr, swinging down toward Leon with crushing force. Rhino lowered his head and charged at Leon with all his might, while Bullseye and Lady Bullseye darted toward Natasha, daggers gleaming in their hands. In seconds, a deadly web of attacks closed in on the two of them.
One wrong move, and they'd be torn to pieces.
But Leon didn't flinch. He stood there, unmoving, watching the chaos unfold with an almost divine detachnt, his expression one of contempt, as if he were a god looking down on the foolishness of mortals. His indifference only ignited a stronger fla in Bloody Mary's twisted heart. She had fallen in love with this man, but her love was violent, drenched in blood. She wanted to possess him, to bind him to her through cruelty and force.
Unfortunately for her, Leon had no intention of giving her that chance.
Just as the attacks were about to land, Leon's eyes sharpened. In an instant, like a dormant volcano erupting, a surge of terrifying, raw energy exploded outward from him.
BOOM!
For a mont, it felt like the entire space had frozen. Bullseye, Lady Bullseye, the massive sand hamr poised above Leon, Rhino, and the hail of bullets all seed suspended in ti. But in the next instant, an unimaginable terror exploded outward—an overwhelming force like a colossal wave, sweeping through the room, destroying everything in its path.
Those closest to Leon scread as they were flung violently by the sheer force of his dominating aura.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered, sending glass cascading down from the top of the building. Bodyguards were hurled outside, plumting to the ground. Others were slamd into walls, crushed against wooden fras, or thrown onto desks. The entire building's exterior windows shattered, and the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling broke apart, raining shards of glass. The once-bright office was now dim, filled with swirling debris and shattered glass.
The room looked as though it had been ravaged by a flood—chaos and destruction everywhere. The building itself trembled under the force of the impact, cracks forming along the walls, load-bearing beams, and office floor, threatening to collapse at any mont.
Bodies lay strewn across the floor, most unconscious from the force of Leon's spiritual onslaught. Only Bloody Mary and Sandman managed to cling to a shred of consciousness, though barely.
Kingpin was the only one still standing, albeit struggling under the weight of Leon's terrifying aura. His ntal will and imnse physical strength allowed him to resist the full impact, though it was clear Leon had consciously spared him from the worst.
Obadiah, on the other hand, was less fortunate. Being too close to the shattered window, he would have followed the bodyguards out of the building had it not been for a few unlucky n who cushioned his fall. Even then, he found himself hanging by the edge of the office floor, clinging desperately to the ledge.
His desire to survive fueled his strength as he gripped the edge, his dizzy mind forcing him to pull himself up. He lay there, panting heavily, barely hanging on.
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