My Billionaire Husband

The whole office went silent, apart from a few desperate gasping sounds.

The onlooker stared at Leo with horrified expressions. They were so scared that they held their breaths.

Ken’s father was a 6-foot-tall man who looked intimidating enough without having to do anything. Even so, Leo had knocked him backwards like he was a beach ball.

He crashed into several desks and chairs on his way down, turning the whole office into a mess.

Ken’s jaw fell open. It was clear that the kick had left a great impact on him.

“That fucking hurts…”

Ken’s father got up from the floor, cursing up a storm. There was a stinging pain in his head.

He reached out to touch it and found blood all over his palm.

“Oh my God! You’re bleeding!”

When Mrs. O’Brien saw the blood on her husband’s head, she screamed and fainted on the spot.

Leo laughed despite himself, amused that she had passed out after just seeing a bit of blood.

“Mrs. O’Brien, are you okay?” Janet caught Mrs. O’Brien by the arm as soon as she saw her fainting.

Mr. O’Brien grabbed a few pieces of tissue and wiped the wound on his forehead. He looked at Leo with intense hatred. “How dare you hit me!”

Leo remained indifferent. “You should be damn grateful that you’re meeting me now. If this was a few years ago, I would’ve killed you on the spot for laying a hand on my daughter.”

The coldness in his voice made Mr. O’Brien shiver. He had never met a man like Leo before.

Even so, he did not intend to let this slide.

“You think you’re so awesome, don’t you? Let’s see how long you can keep that up!”

Shooting Leo a vicious glare, he took out his phone and made a call. “Hello? Spencer? I need you to teach someone a lesson.”

When the teachers inside the office heard this, their expressions turned grim and they called the principal over.

The principal was a woman in her thirties. As soon as she entered the door, she tried her best to persuade Leo and Mr. O’Brien. “Please don’t do this, sir. Don’t ruin your relationship over such a small thing.”

“We don’t know each other!”

Mr. O’Brien interrupted the principal. “I’ll make him pay the price in blood for assaulting me just now. Otherwise, what will people take us for?”

Emilia was scared as well. “Daddy, can we just leave?”

Leo gave her head an affection rub but there was a vicious look in his eyes. “Emilia, remember that you’re my daughter. I won’t let you suffer in silence. I teach you to be kind, but I won’t teach you to bow your head to people!”

Emilia nodded even though she did not fully understand it, but Mr. O’Brien and Janet looked upset after hearing this.

“Be proud all you want now. Once Wallace gets here, it’s game over for you!” Mr. O’Brien’s voice was oozing with hatred. The wound on his head was still hurting.

Before long, a handful of unlicensed vans drove into the kindergarten behind a Mercedes Benz MPV in an orderly manner.

The car doors opened and a group of sinister-looking individuals swaggered in.

The leader was a handsome young man in a suit.

Mr. O’Brien went into fawning mode upon seeing him. “Spencer! You’re finally here.”

The kindergarten teachers were so frightened by the group of men that they did not even dare to look in these men in the eyes. Leo was the only one indifferent to them. He merely started chuckling.

These days, good girls wanted to look bad and vice versa. It seemed true for hired thugs like these guys as well.

The O’Brien’s was a second-rate family in Emerdale. Seeing how respectful Mr. O’Brien was being, these men must be from one of the top underground forces here.

It’s said that all roads lead to Rome. The leader of the gangsters must be quite capable if even members of the upper-class trip over themselves to get on his good side.

The man was the head of the top underground force in Emerdale, Redley. His name was Wallace Spencer.

“Yeah.”

Wallace’s response was anything but enthusiastic.

He looked at everyone inside the office before turning toward Mr. O’Brien and pointing at Leo. “Is that him?”

“That’s him.” Mr. O’Brien nodded repeatedly.

“He won’t be a problem, but don’t forget the manual you promised me,” Wallace said coldly.

“Of course, of course! I’ll get someone to send it to your house right away,” Mr. O’Brien said fawningly.

In Emerdale, it was no secret that Wallace Spencer preferred combat over money, women, and gambling. He was a martial arts fanatic through and through.

His primary interest lay in collecting martial art manuals from all over the world. It didn’t matter if he could practice them or not. He would learn them if he could, but keep them as part of his collection if he could not.

Having overheard their conversation, Leo looked at Wallace more intently.

He was surprised that Wallace was so obsessed with fighting.

Still, he shook his head after spending a few moments studying the other man. Wallace started too late and was past his prime for learning anything useful. He would never achieve the kind of mastery he was seeking.

Right then, Wallace brought his men to Leo. He looked Leo up and down, and then grinned. “Bro, I got nothing against you personally, but I’m paid to solve problems.”

“I understand.” Leo nodded.

Wallace nodded with satisfaction as well. He did not look like the run-of-the-mill gangster at all. “I won’t be excessive. We’ll just beat you the same way you beat Mr. O’Brien.”

Leo shook his head and chuckled. “Sorry, can’t help you there. My daughter is here.”

“Daughter?”

There was a flash of surprise in Wallace’s eyes. He looked down and saw Emilia, who was hiding behind Leo. He looked surprised to see her.

It was the first time he had seen such a beautiful, doll-like girl.

Emilia was also looking at him with some fear. She hugged Leo tightly and muttered, “Bad guy! Don’t hit my Daddy…”

“They won’t be able to hit me,” Leo said, caressing her head.

His words were intended to dispel Emilia’s fear. Still, she continued to hug him tightly like a koala bear hanging onto a tree.

Wallace watched this scene indifferently, mildly upset at Leo’s words.

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He shouted at his men and took off his suit jacket at the same time.

Both Mr. O’Brien and Wallace’s subordinates gasped.

It seemed that Wallace was going to beat up Leo himself.

The men retreated, though not without casting sympathetic looks at Leo.

Leo was destined to be either dead or disabled. Even if he survived, he would probably have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Wallace arched his body slightly, and then made a standard lunge.

He looked at Leo with sharp eyes and shouted, “Die!”

Then, like an unsheathed sword, he threw a fist at Leo’s face.

His punch was vicious and quick. He was using a technique from a set of martial arts famed for its instantaneous explosive power. His punch was held great destructive power as a result.

“Huh?”

However, Leo seemed taken aback after seeing Wallace’s fighting style.

Then, he burst into laughter.

“Now, isn’t this fun…”

Wallace was using something called the Lightning Boxing Technique.

And Leo just happened to be its inventor.