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This was a very strange scene.
In the alley, shrouded by night, twelve tall and sturdy gangsters stood obediently on both sides of the wall. Their leader was a green-haired girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old. Her delicate, tender face and cute, small loli body were a far cry from the status of a gang boss, except for the heavy, smoky makeup that made her look far too mature.
Looking at the frenzied green-haired girl, a look of intolerance flashed in Leo's eyes. The stronger her status, the more she must have suffered. She must have had to be stronger and harder than her peers to survive without being bullied.
"Hey, do you hear me? Do you want to be my little brother…" Lorna said, her foot still on the wall, but before she could finish, Leo suddenly put his hand on her head, a light touch on her green hair.
The scene stunned everyone. The twelve gangsters' eyes widened in surprise. Many of them inhaled sharply and began to chant, "It's over, that kid is dead!"
Lorna paused, as if she didn't react at first. Then, she slammed his hand off her head, retracted her foot, took a step back, and stared at him coldly. "What are you doing?"
"Well, there was dust on your head…" he said, knowing he couldn't very well say that it had been a subconscious action, a kind of pity from the heart. That would definitely get him beaten.
"Oh, I see," she said, nodding.
The gangsters were speechless. Hey, boss, you don't really believe that, do you? They, who were familiar with her daily behavior, chose to be silent. If any of them had dared to touch her head like that, their entire arm would have been destroyed.
Leo didn't regard the girl as a gang boss, and said bluntly, "Sorry. I can't be your little brother. I don't have that intention."
The gangsters' hearts became tense again. But, unexpectedly, the boss, Lorna, was not angry. She leaned against one of the walls and waved her hand at them. "In that case, then you go."
"You want to let us go?" he asked, a little surprised.
"If you don't go, do you want me to invite you to supper?" she snorted coldly.
"Boss!" the cheeky man who had been beaten just now said, unwilling to let them go.
"Get out of the way and let them out of here," she said coldly, immediately deterring the crowd.
"Let's go," Leo said, and took the hands of Nami and the silver-haired boy. They walked cautiously to the entrance of the alley. Under the awe of the green-haired girl, no one dared to take action. They could only watch as they walked out of the alley and disappeared into the streets.
After they were gone, Lorna suddenly said coldly, "Who asked you to grab something? And to beat a child?"
The big, cheeky man knelt on the ground, his face bloodless and panicked. "Boss, I was wrong, I shouldn't…"
His words stopped abruptly. As if his throat were being strangled by an invisible hand, he struggled to wave his limbs, and his whole person was floating upwards, inch by inch, exactly the same as when he had been holding the silver-haired boy just now.
A powerful and extraordinary power was coming back.
The other eleven men didn't dare to speak, watching with a chilling back as the man was lifted off the ground and floated in the midair, two meters high.
In the depths of the alley, a green light shone. Lorna's small body was still leaning against the wall, her green hair voluntarily raised frantically, and her raised hands were embodied in a glowing green light.
Ten seconds later, the big man lay like a dead dog in the alley, panting heavily, tears, nasal mucus, and saliva flowing all over the place.
"There is no next time," Lorna's childish and cold voice sounded.
"Yes, boss!" everyone responded quickly, cold sweat on their faces.
Leo, Nami, and the silver-haired boy jogged out of the previous street and came to a relatively bustling area. When they were sure that no one was chasing them, they stopped. The crisis was over.
"Big Brother, you were really amazing just now! You knocked down that bad guy in two seconds!" the silver-haired boy said, looking at him with longing in his eyes.
"What's so great about it? I almost got myself killed," he said with a wry smile.
"Little friend, you are really something, daring to provoke such a big guy," Nami reprimanded, like a big sister.
"Huh. I ran too slow, otherwise, he would definitely not have been able to catch up with me," the silver-haired boy said, not convinced. "And besides, he was the one who grabbed something from someone else. I was just helping to get it back."
He pushed the slanted windshield goggles on his head and smiled happily at the woman's purse.
"Not bad. When you grow up, you'll definitely be faster than him," Nami encouraged.
"Definitely!" he said, patting his chest confidently. Then he looked at Leo and suddenly remembered to introduce himself. "Big brother, my name is Pietro Django Maximoff."
"Pietro, right," Leo said, and touched his fluffy silver hair. "It's already late. Don't go shopping by yourself. Go home. I'll take the bag to the local police station."
"Okay," Pietro said, and handed the purse to him. Then he suddenly pulled him aside, and while shoving a piece of paper to him, he whispered mysteriously, "Big brother, I'll introduce my sister to you. She's definitely better than the one next to you…"
"This…" Leo was stunned.
"Oh!"
Pietro had a sudden pain, but Nami walked forward with a smile, pinched his ear with her hand, and said, "My kid, what are you talking about!"
"No, no, nothing!"
While talking, he suddenly broke free of her hand and ran away along the street. Halfway, he didn't forget to turn his head and wave his hand. "Brother, remember! My sister is great!"
"Are kids so precocious now?!" Nami ground her tiger teeth slightly. "I knew I shouldn't have saved him!"
"He's just a kid," Leo couldn't help but smile. He glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand, which had a detailed address and phone number written on it.
Nami had an inexplicable ominous premonition, just like when he had first seen Kayla. "Leo, you don't really intend to meet the sister he said, do you?"
"How can it be," he shook his head, and put the piece of paper in his pocket.