Chapter 34 Martial Maestro


    Everyone could only watch in disbelief. Time seemed to arrive at a standstill at this moment.


    Wace Spencer, the boss of Redley, one of the top underground forces in Emerdale, was kneeling


    and kowtowing to Leo!


    He kowtowed so hard that his forehead was left bruised from the effort.


    He did not dare to raise his head as he continued to kowtow.


    If Leo did not say anything, he would stay put where he was.


    Mr. O''Brien and the teachers in the office were watching this, dumbfounded.


    They felt as if their eyes were deceiving them.


    Wace was known to be a street fighting expert in Emerdale and a member of the Martial Arts


    Association, and yet he still lost!


    And lost decisively, at that.


    No one present was fooled. They could all tell that Wace had failed tost more than one round


    against Leo.


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    The disparity between their strengths was like the difference between Gods and insects.


    "Get up."


    Leo remained calm in the face of Wace''s kowtow. "You got the wrong person. I''m not the God of


    War."


    "No, you''re him!"


    Wace refused to stand. He raised his head and looked at the Leo with burning eyes. "I can tell that


    you understand the Lightning Boxing Technique far more than I do. You''re Martial Maestro, aren''t you?"


    Few people could use the Lightning Boxing Technique, and even fewer had mastered it. Only Pablo


    Fleming, the Martial Maestro himself, could be this strong.


    The others were left bewildered, not recognizing the name Martial Maestro. People like them were


    almostpletely removed from the likes of the Seven Maestros of Winbury.


    "Martial Maestro?"


    Leo burst intoughter, but there was a trace of surprise in his eyes as he looked at Wace. He did


    not expect Wace to know that individual.


    Still, he shook his head. "I''m not him either. I''m just the father of a little girl."


    "That''s right, Spencer. He just knows some martial arts. How could he be Martial Maestro..."


    Mr. O''Brien had alsoe to his senses around this time. He walked up to Wace''s side with an


    anxious expression. Even though he did not know who Martial Maestro was, that man must be a major


    yer if Wace admired him so much.


    How could someone worthy of Wace''s admiration be standing right in front of him?


    "Shut up!"


    To his surprise, Wace turned and kicked him in the sternum. "It''s not your ce to speak!"


    His kick sent Mr. O''Brien flying far away. Thetter clutched his head and held his breath out of fear.


    His son, on the other hand, instantly burst into tears when he saw him being brutalized by the very


    same man he had summoned.


    "You know him?"


    Leo narrowed his eyes at Wace.


    "Yes."


    In front of Leo, Wace became a different person entirely, and his tone was respectful as well. "But we


    don''t know each other that well."


    "This isn''t your first rodeo, is it?" Leo asked. His question appeared casual but sounded like an


    interrogation in Wace''s ears.


    What if Wace and his men came here to attack an ordinary family, not someone like him?


    Wouldn''t they end up just like that?


    Perhaps it was because of his family, but Leo hated people like him.


    Wace was shaking all over but he immediately exined, "No, the O’Brien’s are just a second-rate


    family. They''re nowhere near good enough to associate with me. If they hadn''ttched onto the


    Lawsons, I wouldn''t even look at them."


    Leo narrowed his eyes after hearing his words and a cold look crossed them. "Wait for me outside. I


    have questions for youter."


    "Yes."


    Wace might have agreed to Leo''s request but he still felt uneasy.


    It was apparent from Leo''s tone that he was nning to interrogate him.


    But he did not dare to ask further. He merely marched obediently out of the kindergarten with his men.


    Arge group of suited gangsters stood outside the kindergarten, like scolded children who had made


    mistakes. Those who saw them wanted tough out loud at the image.


    This was a result that no one sawing. Leo looked at Mr. O''Brien again.


    With only one nce, thetter got so scared that he took a step back. He asked with fear, "Who...


    Who the hell are you? What do you want?"


    "Nothing."


    Leo led his daughter to Mr. O''Brien and said emotionlessly, "Remember my suggestion? Have you


    thought about it?"


    Knowing that he was referring to his son''s transfer to another kindergarten, Mr. O''Brien nodded


    repeatedly. "Yes, yes, we''ll transfer to a new kindergarten tomorrow!"


    J and the principal were stunned at the unexpected turn of events.


    Right then, Mrs. O''Brien regained consciousness.


    The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Leo carrying Emilia in his arms. She yelled, "How dare you


    hit my husband! You''re dead meat! Do you even know the consequences of hitting one of us?"


    "Stop talking..." Mr. O''Brien was so scared that his face turned pale and even his voice trembled.


    "What do you mean, stop talking? You''re a man! How can you be such a coward?"


    Mrs. O''Brien''s scolding persisted.


    "Enough!" Mr. O''Brien shouted, cutting in abruptly, as he pped his wife square in the face.


    Silence stretched on.


    Mrs. O''Brien covered her face and looked at her husband in a daze. Then, she became hysterical. "You


    hit me! What the hell has gotten into you!"


    Mr. O''Brien gave her a cold look but ignored her. Then, he bowed to Leo and said, "I''m sorry. We''ll be


    going now..."


    With that said, he left the kindergarten with his family.


    Leo watched them leave before turning to look at J and the principal.


    The look in his eyes shocked them.


    They knew that Emilia was the victim of this incident, but they had to favor Ken because of his family.


    Simply put, they wereplicit.


    "Have either of you heard of this saying?" Leo asked, narrowing his eyes and smiling. "Teachers don''t


    just impart knowledge; they teach character, as well."


    J and the principal fell silent. But just as they were about to speak up, their phones rang.


    It was an unfamiliar number.


    For some reason, they felt a chill down their spines.


    "Hello? Who is it?" the principal asked tentatively.


    Before she could finish her words, a cold voice came from the phone.


    "I''m from the Department of Education. I''ve just received aint..."


    Leo did not hear the rest of the conversation, for he had already left with Emilia in his arms.


    But if everything went ording to n, there would be a new principal arriving at this kindergarten


    soon.


    "Martial Maestro, what can I do for you?"


    Leo had just walked out with Emilia in his arms when a respectful and nervous voice reached his ears.


    It was Wace, who had been standing outside the kindergarten for a long time. He and his men were


    standing outside the gate like children receiving punishment.


    "I''ll say it again; I''m not Martial Maestro."


    Leo''s voice turned cold and Wace kept quiet out of fear.


    Leo nced at him and said nothing. Instead, he touched Emilia''s head and said softly, "Emilia, why


    don''t you go over there and y on the slide for a bit?"


    "Okay!"


    Emilia epted the suggestion obediently and went to y on the slide nearby by herself.


    Finally, Leo looked at Wace and asked calmly, "I heard that you''ve been working with the Lawsons?"


    Wace answered truthfully. "We have had some business dealings in the past."


    "Five years ago, did the Lawsons tell you to—" Leo''s voice then turned ice-cold, "Kidnap the top female


    CEO in Emerdale, named Lydia Henderson?"