Brave!

Leon had barely finished speaking before he managed to freeze the entire scene. The two people who had been arguing fiercely just moments ago both fell silent and looked at Leon.

It had to be said, being stared at by two people with their eyes closed felt pretty bizarre!

Perhaps because Stick had never really gotten along with Leon from the start, he slammed the cane he had been holding onto the ground. "What do you think we're doing? Playing house?!"

He took a step forward and pointed the tip of his cane at Leon. "You are insulting the warriors of The Chaste who died!"

Leon remained perfectly calm. He even felt like burping.

Seeing Stick look ready to draw blood, Leon said, "Sir, I'm not trying to argue for the sake of it, but look—you haven't managed to wipe out The Hand after all these years. Don't you think you're the one who should apologize to those who died?"

Leaning forward, Leon sweetened his words. "Let me ask you something: when you sent those warriors on missions, did you know they would definitely die?"

"Did you know they definitely wouldn't accomplish anything?"

"Knowing that, why did you keep sending out more teams?"

Rubbing his chin, Leon said in a mocking tone, "This might be a little disrespectful, but it seems like you treated those warriors' lives as sacrifices for your own dream!"

After hearing Leon, master of passive-aggressive remarks, Stick remained silent for a long time. It was impossible to tell whether he was furious or something else.

Stick's mouth might have been shut, but Leon's certainly was not. "Old man, have you considered that Matt might also die for nothing?"

He was not trying to drive a wedge between master and disciple. Matt and Stick barely had any master-disciple relationship left anyway.

Leon was simply disgusted by Stick's style of doing things—being willing to sacrifice everything for his own goals while believing himself noble and convinced he was doing it for everyone else's sake.

If he could achieve his goal, he might still have something to argue.

But he had not succeeded, had he?

Hearing that, perhaps because Leon had struck a nerve, Stick immediately swung his cane at him.

"I'd like to see what you, you arrogant foul-mouthed brat, can do!"

Leon was not intimidated in the slightest. "Look at you! What are you looking at?! Listen up!"

His feet left the ground, and Leon floated in midair with the Sky Dance Technique. As his fingers danced, the Shadow Clone Technique activated instantly.

"Old man! You can still stop now. I don't want to wreck Matt's furniture."

"Just circus tricks!"

After sweeping his cane sideways, Stick abruptly stopped and thrust it forward. With a bang, one of Leon's clones exploded.

It had to be said that the old man had some real skill. Leon's clones had over a hundred health points. Their defense was admittedly weaker, but theoretically, they should not have been dispersed with a single punch or kick.

A normal person probably would not survive more than a few blows from that old man's cane!

He obviously could not use Spirit Bullet. This was only a verbal dispute; there was no need to start killing people over a disagreement. Ebony and Ivory were out as well. That made things difficult!

Only now did Leon realize that he seemed to have a hard time defeating someone without killing them!

Hm?

Maybe not!

"One last warning!"

Mixed among the many clones, surrounding the old man from every direction, Leon spoke in unison with his clones.

"No need!"

Stick lowered his body and raised his cane in the posture of holding a blade. "Come on! You bastard!"

Rapid Advance!

Spinning around, Leon flashed straight in front of the old man, using Superman's flying pose.

Physical Anesthesia Technique!

His raised fist struck the old man directly on the nose.

Without even making a sound, the old man fell straight backward.

"This thing really is useful!" Leon and his clones gathered around the unconscious old man, pointing and commenting.

"Yeah, it was worth leveling this thing up so high!"

"It's not like when you were lecturing stray cats!"

"Like you never lectured them!"

"Of course I didn't! That was him!"

"Oh! Want to compare notes?"

"Sure, sure!"

"What did you teach?"

"Four ways to catch rats. And you?"

"Four cute tricks for turning from a stray cat into a house cat."

"Oh! Impressive, impressive!"

"Not at all..."

Matt stood there dumbfounded.

How had there suddenly become so many Leons?!

And his teacher had gone down in three seconds?

Matt knew Leon was strong, and he also knew Leon was not quite mentally normal, but...

Could multiple personalities really get this serious?!

They had even split into physical bodies!?

He could actually split into seven or eight spectators just to watch himself chat with himself!!!

Not someone to mess with, not someone to mess with...

Leaving the clones chatting around the old man, Leon walked over to Matt. "Sorry. I knocked out your teacher."

Matt was helpless too. "What can I say? He attacked you first. Is he... okay?"

"He's fine~"

Leon waved a hand dismissively. "He'll wake up soon. Did you forget how I performed surgery on you?"

Hm? Matt recalled some unpleasant memories.

"Hahahahaha! This is anesthesia! Ah, it's all modern medicine! Totally safe!"

Matt: I believed him. I really did.

Perhaps the clones were arguing too loudly about Yasuo's build, because even Leon's original body could not take it anymore. So he pulled Matt a couple more steps away.

"Matt, what did you think of my proposal just now?"

Proposal?

Matt was stunned. So his brother had not been joking?!

Hesitantly pinching his temple and rubbing it, Matt said, "Leon, I know you're strong—maybe stronger than my teacher and me combined. But The Hand is truly different from Kingpin. They are more secretive, more vicious, more numerous. Their leaders are stronger too, and stranger."

"And they are united. They hold grudges!"

Looking at Leon, Matt said, "If we truly go against The Hand, we need to be prepared to fight to the death!"

Leon shrugged. "What did you think I came here for today? It's not like I divined at home that you had nothing to eat tonight and came to save your appetite."

Before Matt could ask, Leon stated bluntly, "They burned down my house. So we are already enemies to the death."

"After all, I rather liked that alarm clock..."

After hearing Leon's words, Matt fell silent once again.

Of all the people they could have provoked, they had to provoke this one!

The two discussed the specifics of attacking The Hand, while the clones nearby had long since stopped gathering around Stick.

What was there to look at in an old man? It was not like Black Widow was lying there!

Some were sleeping, some were listening to music, and two had turned into cats and were playing PK. A whole group nearby held popcorn and placed bets. It was unbearably noisy!

Leon wanted to charge directly into their headquarters and bulldoze his way through!

Matt was more conservative and advocated taking them out one by one.

Just as neither could convince the other, Stick woke up.

"How about listening to me? Find a suitable time when all Five Fingers of The Hand are present. Then we go together and wipe them all out in one sweep!"

Leon scratched his head. When had this old man woken up?

How long had he been listening?

Had he always been this brave?!

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