Supreme Mars

Chapter 34 Martial Maestro

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

Wallace 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.

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

They felt as if their eyes were deceiving them.

Wallace 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 Wallace had failed to last more than one round

against Leo.

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

"Get up."

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

War."

"No, you're him!"

Wallace 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

almost completely removed from the likes of the Seven Maestros of Winbury.

"Martial Maestro?"

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

not expect Wallace 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 also come to his senses around this time. He walked up to Wallace's side with an

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

player if Wallace admired him so much.

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

"Shut up!"

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

His kick sent Mr. O'Brien flying far away. The latter 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 Wallace.

"Yes."

In front of Leo, Wallace 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 Wallace's ears.

What if Wallace 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.

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

family. They're nowhere near good enough to associate with me. If they hadn't latched 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 you later."

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

With only one glance, the latter 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!"

Janet 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 slapped 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 Janet 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 were complicit.

"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."

Janet 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 a complaint..."

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

But if everything went according to plan, 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 Wallace, 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 Wallace kept quiet out of fear.

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

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

"Okay!"

Emilia accepted the suggestion obediently and went to play on the slide nearby by herself.

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

Wallace 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?"