Anti-hero of a certain comic

Leo, who drove back to White Manor, had no idea or care about Oliver Queen's inner drama.

He attended the banquet that night just to confirm whether Oliver, who was determined to become a vigilante, had carried out his own plan.

Judging from the time, the eldest son of the Quinn family has only been back in Star City for a week. He has been examined by doctors, questioned by police, and then welcomed by surprise family members and friends.

Oliver, who is busy integrating into his new life, will probably not take any action in a short time.

"That's good news."

Leo was driving the black Pagani, the roaring engine sound all the way across the night sky.

As usual, Pierpont stood in front of the mansion's door and waited. It was already starry, the night was deep, and the pendulum clock in the living room had already struck.

"You can't always treat me like a child who needs to be taken care of."

Leo walked in and loosened his tie and took off his suit jacket, looking quite helpless.

Pierpont just smiled softly, which was his persistence, just like his father who once greeted Leo.

“Older people are so stubborn.”

Leo muttered quietly and walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

While he stretched his body, he was thinking about how to deal with Star City's biggest enemy, Malcolm Merlyn, and at the same time, he could also deal with the vigilante Oliver Queen.

The former is bent on avenging the death of his wife, trying to completely destroy the Palm Lake slum waiting to be developed and build a new city on the ruins.

The latter, in order to make up for the mistakes his father had made, hunted those lawbreakers with a small book and forcibly saved Star City.

No matter what their starting point is, in Leo's opinion, the final result is the same, which will only make the whole thing worse and worse.

"It's not easy to be a rich second generation with peace of mind."

Leo twitched the corners of his mouth, pushed open the door and walked into the master bedroom.

Before he turned on the light, his whole body's muscles tensed up, like a beast that suddenly became alert.

There are other people in the room

As a time traveler with mild persecution paranoia, Leo maintained a basic defensive mentality even in his own home.

A special security system was installed in his room, equipped with infrared thermal imaging technology and a silent alarm device.

The phone with the built-in receiver in his pocket was vibrating slightly. There was no doubt that there were other intruders in the room besides Leo.

An uninvited guest who was not listed on White Manor's insider list.

The other party may not have thought that the owner of this manor, the young head of the White family, would be so crazy that he would use a vital sign signal collection device to scan and enter all the servants, cleaning staff, and even the chef.

And the purpose of all this is just to prevent uninvited intruders

Leo stood at the door and paused for a few seconds, pretending to stagger, thinking about whether he could lure out the unknown intruder by pretending to be drunk.

Snapped

Suddenly, a strong wind hit us with such force that it made a dull explosion in the air.

Leo reacted quickly, and his figure immediately dodged to the side. The opponent's punch stopped mid-air and turned into a soft and sinister palm, lightly pressed on his chest.

Before the intruder's palm could spurt out force, Leo raised his hands, instantly grasped the slightly slender arm, and twisted it suddenly

However, the opponent's elbow joint did not break and twist as expected. The black shadow that suddenly attacked him flew into the air and spun along with the twisting force, and escaped from Leo's control in a strange way.

The arm seemed weak and boneless, without any strength at all, and smoothly slipped out of Leo's hand.

The two briefly distanced themselves, and the slightly slender black figure approached again.

Snapped

Another explosion

An unusually ferocious whip kick hit Leo directly at the temple.

He raised his hands to block it, and the heavy force hit his arm, causing a numbness.

Leo frowned, taking advantage of this opportunity, using his left leg as support, he kicked out with his right leg.

Seeing this, the black shadow retreated sharply, its movements extremely agile, like a

A light civet, every move made not even the slightest sound.

As if he knew that the attack would not be effective, Leo then twisted his waist and followed up with a backspin kick, causing his trouser legs to crack.

And the intruder was no ordinary person. The other party seemed to have predicted Leo's movements and shrank his body downward to block the fierce kick.

Then he clamped Li Ao's left leg with both hands, relieved the force in a clever way, and quickly moved his body closer, pushing forward with his left shoulder, and smashing him onto the soft carpet with a beautiful hug.

"Accurate prediction"

As soon as this thought came to Leo's mind, a pair of tight and powerful long legs wrapped around his body, wrapped around his shoulders like a snake, and pinned his neck, forming a cross that was difficult to escape.

As long as Leo moves a little, the opponent can break his joints and take the lead in destroying his fighting ability.

"Sandra's surprise caught me a little off guard."

Leo lay relaxed on the carpet, seemingly giving up resistance.

He recognized the uninvited intruder

There is only one person in the world who can put himself at a complete disadvantage. Every time he takes action, the timing will be predicted, and there is no room for counterattack.

Lady Siwa, one of the most powerful martial artists in the world

He has extraordinary talent in combat. He can predict and read the enemy's actions in advance through body language, and instantly restrain and resolve all fighting moves.

In Leo's memory, Batman, who reached the limits of human beings and dominated Gotham with his powerful fighting ability, was once defeated by her.

"Oh, little Leo, you are so boring." A smiling female voice sounded in the darkness. "I thought you would be happy with the teacher's home visit."

"If you want, I can hold a welcome party for you, but can you uncross your legs first and stop chatting in this awkward posture?"

Leo had a headache. His teacher didn't consider the students' face at all.

"Then what posture do you want me to use, little Leo? I miss the old days very much. At that time, you were not as cold as you are now."

There was a hint of teasing in the soft female voice, as if she was happy to see Leo in embarrassment.

"But you know, I've never been used to being down there."

Leo sighed, the clamped arm shook inward, and his wrist shook violently like a whip, bringing out an explosive force.

At the same time, he brazenly raised his waist, and after his legs were vertically off the ground, he used the strong power of his waist and abdomen to flip inward. The arms that were tightly controlled were quickly pulled away, freed from the restraint, and pressed Ms. Siwa, who had the upper hand, underneath. .

"This posture is what I like, teacher."

Leo's palms pressed Ms. Siwa's wrists, and the young face was slightly lowered, examining the woman who was pressed beneath him.

Her long, straight black hair was spread out on the carpet like lotus flowers. The dim moonlight outside the window loomed, outlining her soft and charming face. Her heroic eyebrows were raised upward, revealing her clean and sharp sassy temperament.

There is no doubt that this is a beautiful woman who can make male creatures have the desire to conquer.

"We haven't seen each other for two years. The little man seems to have grown up."

Ms. Siwa, whose real name is Sandra Wushan, said this sentence from her lips.

The slightly hoarse voice was like a drum beating on Leo's heart, making him almost lose control.

"You know, Sandra, you would be no match for me on a battlefield."

Leo took a deep breath and prepared to stand up.

He had experienced similar situations countless times. This woman, who many people named Shiva, the goddess of destruction in Indian mythology, always liked to let people wander on the edge of danger.

Although they are teachers and students on the surface, the actual relationship is much more complicated.

"I do not think so."

Ms. Siwa's eyes moved slightly, and her long, slender legs wrapped around Leo's waist at some point.

"You will beg for mercy, I promise."

Leo pursed his lips, then lowered his body, grabbing the soft tongue mercilessly and with fiery enthusiasm.

Accompanied by the slight sound of clothes tearing, heavy breathing and charming moans, it was like a lingering piece of music slowly playing.