"Hehe, with a beauty in my arms, why pretend to be a gentleman—unless he's a eunuch."
Leo grinned shamelessly, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the girl in his embrace.
"Eunuch? What's that?"
The woman blinked, caught off guard.
Leo leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered the answer softly.
Her cheeks instantly flushed red. "Hmph, you did that on purpose… just to take advantage of me."
Under the dim lights, his handsome face was perfectly outlined, like someone who'd just stepped out of a painting. That masculine aura wrapped around her like a trap.
Leo chuckled. "Heh, that's not even the scary part."
"You're confident, huh?"
Her teasing gaze was full of provocation. She thought he was just bluffing.
Leo narrowed his eyes. Oh, so that's how you wanna play it.
This was something an uncle could tolerate—but an aunt absolutely couldn't.
He retaliated playfully, grabbing her small hand with a swift motion.
She gasped, biting her lip, her flushed face tilted up to look at him.
"I've never… done this before. Will it be a problem?" she whispered nervously.
"Tch. Trash," Leo said with mock disdain. "What happened to all that arrogance just now?"
"Who's scared?!" she shot back, refusing to lose face.
She wasn't about to back down now. It was rare to meet someone this good-looking and radiating power. If she was going to indulge just once… this was it.
They locked eyes, and the unspoken agreement passed between them.
"Go?" she whispered.
"Go," he answered.
They both burst out laughing at how ridiculously fast they'd agreed.
The enchantress wrapped herself around his arm as they walked out of the booth, pressing her soft curves against him with every step. Leo didn't mind the sensation at all.
Just as they were about to leave, the blonde waitress rushed over.
"Sir, are you leaving? What about the wine?" she asked nervously. If the bottles weren't opened, she'd lose her commission.
Leo smiled lazily. "Swipe the card. Password's XXX. Store the wine—I'll drink it later."
He casually handed over a black card with more zeroes than most people saw in a lifetime.
The waitress beamed, practically skipping away to process it.
A second later, Leo's phone buzzed with a text from Tony Stark's account:
Message. $100,000 spent. Card balance: $1,003,500,000.
"Wha—!"
The woman in his arms nearly screamed. She snatched the phone, staring at the string of numbers. "Oh my god. Billion. That's one billion dollars!!"
Leo scratched his head. "Uh, don't make a big deal out of it. It's just pocket change."
She rolled her eyes, tossing the phone back at him. "Show-off."
But inside, her heart was racing. If she'd hit the jackpot tonight, she wasn't letting this man go easily.
As the two stepped out of the bar, an uninvited shadow followed.
This enchantress had long been targeted by many in the bar. But tonight, someone wasn't willing to let her leave without a fight.
Outside, as Leo opened the Lamborghini door, his instincts prickled.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
Leo snorted. "Nothing. Just a mouse that doesn't know its place."
Before she could say anything else, a voice rang out arrogantly behind them.
"A mouse? Kid, you're the arrogant one! Put the girl down, and maybe I'll let you live."
Leo turned, his expression unimpressed. The guy was a young punk with bleached yellow hair and a face practically begging to be punched.
"You're gonna 'let me live,' huh?" Leo asked, smiling. "What skills do you think you've got?"
"My skills? Follow me, and I'll show you."
The yellow-haired punk crooked a finger at him, pure provocation.
"Alright," Leo said lightly. "I could use a warm-up."
He turned to the woman. "Wait for me a minute, darling. I'll be right back."
She bit her lip. "Just… be careful."
Under her worried gaze, Leo followed the punk into an alley behind the bar.
The moment they were alone, the man laughed wildly.
"Kid, you're dead meat. No one's coming to save you here. Let me show you the power of Pyro John."
Leo froze for half a second. Pyro John? You've got to be kidding me.
He'd just been talking earlier about Mutants not showing up, and now he runs into one the same night?
"You're Pyro John?" Leo asked with raised brows.
"Hmph. You don't believe me? Then watch!"
John flicked a lighter, and a column of fire burst forward toward Leo.
"Holy shit," Leo muttered. "That's… actually pretty flashy."
But flashy didn't mean dangerous. Pyro was still small-time. A lighter flame? Please.
Leo raised his hand, grabbed at the air—and a powerful jet of water materialized out of nowhere.
"You—you're a Mutant too?!" John yelled in shock. He hadn't expected his prey to fight back.
The water smashed into the fire, dousing it instantly and slamming into him like a truck.
Thud!
John hit the ground hard, knees buckling.
Leo walked up slowly, shaking his head. "Trash."
One clean chop to the neck, and John was out cold.
"System, devour!"
[Ding. Devour command received.]
[Devouring Pyro John's Fire Control ability requires 1000 Bio-Energy.]
[Host currently has 235 Bio-Energy remaining.]