Chapter 73: One Punch

"Hahahaha!"

Lone Wolf threw his head back laughing, and the bodyguards and men behind him joined in.

"Has this kid lost his mind?"

"Three minutes is too long? Kill him three times?"

"Stanley is a killing machine from the South American jungle! The guy killed a jaguar with his bare hands!"

"This toy boy will be lucky if he doesn't get killed with one punch!"

Carlos clutched his neck, a look of gloating in his eyes.

"Boss, when he hit me earlier, he was acting all tough. Let's see how he dies now!"

Lone Wolf wiped away tears of laughter and looked at Leo.

"I'll give you this - you talk a big game."

"But soon... you'll learn that in Miami, talking tough can get you killed."

Stanley stepped out from the shadows to the center of the pool area.

He slowly removed his black suit jacket, revealing muscles covered in scars.

Those scars - some from knives, some from bullets, and even tooth marks from wild animals.

Each scar marked a brush with death.

Stanley's voice rumbled low like thunder, with a heavy South American accent.

"These hands have killed eighty-three people."

He raised those massive hands, covered in calluses and scars.

"Mercenaries, gangsters, special forces..."

"But not one of them lasted five minutes against me."

He walked toward Leo step by step, each footfall making the ground tremble slightly.

"You'll be number eighty-four."

"And..."

Stanley showed a cruel smile.

"I'm going to kill you very, very slowly."

"So you can regret every word you said today in agony."

The women around screamed and backed away.

The bodyguards whistled excitedly.

"Stanley! Tear him apart!"

"Show this reckless guy what real strength looks like!"

However.

Leo just stood there, hands in his pockets.

He didn't even take any defensive stance.

"Done talking?"

Leo said flatly.

"What?"

Stanley was taken aback.

"I said..."

Leo slowly walked out of the bar, step by step, toward Stanley.

"Your last words - are you done?"

"You're asking for it!"

Stanley roared like an enraged beast and lunged at Leo.

His fist shot toward Leo's face like a cannonball.

This punch had once shattered steel plates and crushed skulls.

Everyone present widened their eyes, waiting to see Leo get killed with one punch.

However.

The next second.

Everyone froze.

Leo just shifted slightly to the side.

Stanley's fist flew past his cheek.

Before Stanley could pull back his fist.

Leo had already closed in.

"Too slow."

He said coldly.

Then.

"Bang!"

A heavy punch slammed into Stanley's abdomen.

The force of this punch far exceeded everyone's imagination.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of breaking bones rang out in the night air.

Stanley's eyes instantly bulged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His whole body flew backward as if hit by a speeding truck.

"Boom!"

He crashed heavily into a wall ten feet away.

The wall cracked with spider-web patterns.

Stanley slowly slid down and collapsed on the ground, knocked unconscious.

The entire place fell deathly silent.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden turn of events.

The South American killing machine...

One punch?

Just like that, knocked out?

Lone Wolf's cigar dropped to the ground, and he stood frozen like a statue.

Carlos and the other men turned pale with fear, their legs going weak.

They couldn't believe their eyes.

Stanley, who had been invincible in the South American jungle, killing without mercy...

Was knocked out with one punch?

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Serafina's laughter broke the silence.

She walked up to Lone Wolf in her high heels, elegant as ever.

"Lone Wolf, Lone Wolf..."

She shook her head, her eyes full of mockery.

"I thought after all these years in Miami, you'd have gained some sense."

"Turns out you're still so clueless."

"South American killing machine? Eighty-three kills?"

Serafina sneered.

"In front of a real Reaper, forget eighty-three - even eight hundred and thirty..."

She pointed at Stanley's body on the ground.

"Would all end up like this."

"And you..."

She leaned close to Lone Wolf, her voice turning ice-cold.

"You actually dared to have him fight Leo?"

"You know what? If I weren't here, you'd already be a dead man."

Lone Wolf trembled all over, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He finally understood.

This seemingly young man in front of him wasn't some toy boy.

He was... a real god of death!

Leo walked up to Lone Wolf.

He picked up a napkin from the table and methodically wiped his hands, though there was no blood on them.

"Now..."

He casually tossed the napkin on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Lone Wolf with cold eyes.

"Can we talk?"

Lone Wolf swallowed hard and was about to speak.

"Oh, Lone Wolf."

Serafina suddenly interrupted, holding her wine glass and leaning lazily against the bar.

"I think you should drop those little schemes of yours."

Her eyes flashed with amusement.

"Don't think I can't tell - weren't you just thinking about having your bodyguards shoot Leo after the fight?"

Lone Wolf's expression changed.

She'd hit the nail on the head.

"I'd advise against it."

Serafina chuckled softly. "Because..."

She paused, her eyes turning serious.

"Leo isn't my toy boy."

"He's..."

She licked her red lips, her eyes burning with intensity.

"The man I'm pursuing."

"What?!"

Lone Wolf was completely shocked.

He'd known Serafina for years and had never seen her show interest in any man.

Countless powerful figures, tycoons, and even military bigshots had tried to pursue this seductive intelligence queen.

But she treated everyone with the same playful indifference.

Business was business, deals were deals.

Never emotional.

And now... she was saying she was pursuing Leo?

This...

Lone Wolf's view of Leo completely changed.

A man who could make a woman like Serafina actively pursue him...

Was definitely no ordinary person!

"Lone Wolf."

Leo's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"My patience is limited."

Lone Wolf took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He straightened his collar, putting a smile back on his face.

But this smile was completely different from his earlier contempt.

This was... respect, genuine respect from the heart.

"Mr. Ashford."

Lone Wolf's attitude changed quickly.

"I failed to recognize your stature earlier and caused offense."

"Please forgive me."

He bowed slightly to Leo.

In Miami, this was something he'd never done for anyone.

"Since Serafina personally brought you here, it means you must have something very important to discuss."

He straightened up, his expression turning serious.

"Please, sit."

"Let's... have a proper talk."

Leo glanced at him without speaking.

He just turned and walked to a sofa by the pool and sat down.

Lone Wolf wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sat across from him.

"Everyone out."

"And..."

He glanced at Stanley, still unconscious on the ground.

"Take him to the medical room and take good care of him."

"Yes!"

Carlos responded nervously and quickly had his men clean up the scene.

The women were also sent away.