Arrogant Young Master

This world actually bore a lot of similarities to Ancient China.

For example; dressing style, architecture, and some parts of their culture. Even the people's appearance bore some Oriental signs.

Navigating the inn's lobby, Leo made his way to a decent restaurant not far away. He was lucky as there was only one seat left, and it was by the window.

While Leo sat there and ordered for some tea, he stared out the window, looking melancholic.

This plucked the heartstrings of some young ladies who noticed him, making them blush. There was even one who tried to strike a conversation with him, but he straight up ignored them.

He sipped the tea he ordered, in complete tranquility.

Two friends who were sitting not far away were having a conversation.

"Did you hear? A new Warlock gas been inducted in Redstone City. And she's for a GodKing!" A bearded man said to his friend.

"Really?! How come I didn't hear of this? Are you sure it isn't fake?" The other man said skeptically.

"What? I was personally there for the initiation ceremony. I think her name was Phyla or something. Apparently, she was the daughter of some nameless merchant, but she was lucky enough to be acquitted with a bigshot.

You really need to keep up with the latest news!" The bearded man said, exasperated.

'The Warlocks...' Leo's eyes flickered as he heard this familiar name once again. He decided to get more information from this man.

"Friend, pardon my intrusion. I am new to Redstone City and don't know much. May I please know how many Warlocks are here?" Leo asked, flicking a Silver Coin into the bearded man's hand.

"But of course!" The bearded man exclaimed at the sight of money.

"Kind Sir, if you must know, thee are more than forty Disciples Warlocks and five Official Warlocks in Redstone City."

'So many?' Leo raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

Giving the man another Silver Coin, he said smiling slightly;

"Friend, I'm afraid I am slightly ignorant about Warlocks."

"Umm... All I know is that Warlocks are divided into Disciple, Official, Master, Grandmaster and Divine Warlocks." The bearded man said, surprised at Leo's lack of common knowledge.

"Thank you." Leo nodded and said, ceasing all communication afterwards.

A few minutes later, a haughty teenager in embroidered clothing, surrounded by four guards, walked into the restaurant with arrogance written all over his face.

One of his guards scanned the restaurant, eventually landing on Leo's seat. With brisk steps, they walked towards him.

"Hey, you there! Our Young Master wants to dine in this restaurant. It would do you much good if you gave up your seat for him."

The guard said arrogantly.

Leo sipped his tea, a bit surprised. The two men who were seated near him hurriedly paid their bill and left.

"These two men have just left their seats. Surely your Young Master only needs one seat." Leo said flatly.

"Young Master wants to sit by the window. You are wasting his time!"

The guard was yelling at this point.

"Then all of you can scram." Leo said coldly.

The workers at the restaurant wanted to mediate, but were too scared to come forward.

All the guards' faces turned ugly, and they turned to look at the teenager

"Break his legs!" The young man yelled with a red face.

With a grin, one of the guard came forward aimed a punch for Leo.

Before he could touch him though, Leo caught the fist, tightening his grip.

"AAAAAR!"

The guard yelled in pain, the his hand bones being crushed thoroughly.

In shock, the other guards moved to attack Leo, but right before they reached him, they were all sent on their knees, sweat pouring out of their pores.

The lead guard suddenly roared!

He promptly broke free of the suppression, before heading for Leo at a very fast speed.

'Warlock!'

Leo shot to his feet, dodging the man's attack, which broke the table into pieces.

Without waiting for him to recover, Leo kicked him in the chest, sending him out of the window as he landed more than ten meters away, dead.

'But... He's not that strong.'

Leo thought with a frown, before turning his attention back to the youth.

The 'Young Master' was in disbelief, almost peeing in his pants when Leo looked at him.

Suddenly, he seemed to have found some of his confidence and shouted;

"Do you know who I am?! I am Sherman Lombard, the only son of Baron Lombard!!"

*Hiss*

Everyone present sucked in cold air.

Baron Lombard was the Partiach of one of the four great Families of Redstone City, the Lombard Family, which was even slightly more powerful than the other families.

They were a gigantic force, with more than ten Disciple Warlocks and two Official Warlocks, one of which was the Baron himself.

His son, was a well-known delinquent and troublemaker, not to mention he was not talented, not even being a Warlock, but he had a huge background nonetheless.

Because he was the only son, Baron Lombard turned a blind eye to all his vices, inadvertently growing them.

Hearing this, Leo's expression didn't change at all.

Leo's former identity, Bai Qi, was not an ordinary person back on Earth!

On the battlefield, he was known as the Killing God, his enemies trembling in fear at the mention of his name.

He was past the stage of fearing a little spoilt brat with a fairly decent background.

*Swish*

Leo's hand shook slightly as he threw four masses of airflow at the youth, breaking his four limbs and making him faint from the pain.

"Since you wanted to break my legs, not only will I return the favor, but I will be generous and also break your arms."

The guards hurriedly carried the teenager away, not daring to provoke Leo any further.

Paying for the damaged table, Leo walked outside and hung around the area, without a care in the world.

[A.N: Please! Please! Please! Leave comments if you have reached this point. It means a lot to me.]