In just over ten seconds, all the thugs around him were lying on the ground, clutching their hands and feet as they rolled in agony across the filthy floor.
Each one had taken several savage blows to the shin or forearm. Even if none of their bones were fractured, they would probably be in pain for a long time.
Looking at the baseball bat, now slightly bent in his hand, Leo casually tossed it aside.
He turned around and looked at the two remaining men.
Two gleaming pistols were aimed at him, and one of the men's hands was trembling slightly.
The muzzle trembled along with it, wavering uncertainly.
"Y-you... don't move, or I'll shoot."
After hearing this, Leo silently took another step forward.
"Y-you... don't move! I really will shoot!"
The younger thug said anxiously, the gun in his hand shaking even more violently.
The other man beside him, however, had a much more vicious look in his eyes, and his gun was aimed straight at Leo.
He silently pulled back the hammer.
The moment he pulled back the hammer, Leo's expression turned serious as well.
Looking at the two men, he lightly snapped his fingers.
He easily destroyed a component inside the guns. The moment the triggers were pulled, they would explode. With pistols this shoddy, their fingers would be blown right off.
In other words, the fate of their fingers now rested in their own hands.
Looking at the gangsters around him, Leo even hesitated over whether he should kill them all.
After glancing at them, he turned and walked outside.
As Leo walked away without looking back, the pistol still trained on him began to tremble slightly.
Leo took a few more steps.
"Bang!!"
"Aah!!"
The pistol exploded without the slightest surprise, and three bloody fingers