Mike's agonized screams startled the surrounding students, and they didn't dare come closer. They scattered in all directions.
Only his two loyal lackeys still came forward resolutely. One tried to pry Leo's hand away, while the other forcefully pulled Leo backward.
But even with the three of them, they still couldn't move Leo.
Leo's body swayed, lightly knocking the two beside him away, and the force in his hand eased somewhat.
"Mike, I really don't like your attitude. Apologize."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong! Let go, my hand's going to break!"
One of Mike's hands was still desperately clawing at Leo's. Leo had his palm locked in a grip, and Mike's face had flushed red as tears nearly spilled from his eyes. He spoke through the intense pain.
Leo glanced at his wrist, reset the slightly fractured bones, then released his arm.
Mike fell backward, but the crowd behind him caught him. He flipped over and stood up.
Clutching his right wrist, he glanced at Leo. Fury burned in his eyes, along with a trace of fear, as he hurried out of the classroom in a panic.
Several lackeys followed him.
Walker looked at Leo, who remained completely calm, but curiosity appeared in his eyes. He walked over and extended his right hand.
"Hello, Leo. My name is Walker Brandon. I was a little rude earlier. May I ask about your parents?"
Leo looked at Walker, who had been blocking him at the door earlier, and didn't reach out to shake his hand.
"It's nothing. My parents are just ordinary employees."
"Oh, it seems you're very skilled at fighting. Is this Chinese Kung Fu? Would you be interested in starting a kung fu club? I think a lot of students would be willing to pay to join. I