Chapter 110 A Big Short's Prisoner

• “Who is this Mr. Santos?” Presley glanced around the crowd, and his gaze finally fell on Leonard who was still sitting on the chair calmly. “Are you Mr. Santos?” After all, at this time, everyone else was scared and hid away, and only Leonard was as calm as usual, which in itself was not normal. Earlier, Presley didn’t pay much attention to Leonard, but when he looked at Leonard now, Leonard was calm and composed, so he must have confidence. “Mr. Santos, please subdue this person.” Jacob said respectfully. Leonard nodded. “He is just at the Superior Level of Power Realm. I didn’t want to fight him, but since you lost, I guess I have to do it now.” With that said, Leonard stood up slowly. “Just at the Superior Level of Power Realm? Son, you are quite arrogant.”
• Hearing Leonard’s words, Presley couldn’t help laughing. Although he saw that Leonard was extraordinary, he didn’t expect Leonard to be so arrogant. This made him angry. Leonard just looked at Presley indifferently. “Back then, when you were injured by the Wolff family, Samuel let you go without killing you. Now that you have returned, you want to wipe out his whole family. “Obviously, you are a villain with no grateful heart. I thought, for it was not easy for you to practice martial arts, I wanted to spare your life. But it seems that was just a mistake.” “You? Spare my life? Who do you think you are? I want to see what’s so great about Mr. Santos that Mr. Ramp respects so much.” There was murderous intent in Presley’s eyes.
• The next moment, his figure moved and flew towards Leonard at a breakneck speed, and his legs whipped towards Leonard. Presley lost a leg, but he had learned such a sharp move, which was indeed very unusual. It was a pity that his disposition was too bad. He was not a good person. Seeing Presley make a move, the Wolffs were keyed up. Now that Jacob had lost, they could only pin their hopes on Leonard. If Leonard couldn’t stop Presley, then the Wolff family would be doomed. Facing Presley’s sharp kicks, Leonard’s face was full of indifference. When the leg was close to his cheek, Leonard suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it. Even though Presley’s legs were as fast as lightning, Leonard still easily grabbed his ankle, and with a direct flick, Presley was thrown up into the air. Presley’s face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly kicked on the table next to him with his toes, trying to step back. But the next moment, Leonard chased after him like a tiger and punched Presley in the lower abdomen. Bang! Presley’s body flew upside down in an instant and landed a few feet away. He took several steps back before he could stop.