“Leo… what are you trying to do?” Molly inquired in a slightly shaky voice as Leo brought the knife closer to her, his upcoming action was making her feel scared.
Molly was about to take a step back when Leo stopped her. “It's ok. I won't do any lasting damage. I only want to show you my plan.” He said, and he sat back on his chair.
“Now give me your hand,” he asked.
Molly was still scared and confused. “What are you trying to do?” she inquired once more as she forced herself to calm down. 'He won't do anything to hurt me'. She thought.
Leo closed his eyes and calmly asked her to follow his order. Molly hesitated for a second before slowly offering him her hand.
Leo grabbed her hand and used the sharp knife to give her a five-centimeter cut.
The cut made Molly wince in pain, and she quickly drew back her hand with an unhappy expression. She was annoyed yet curious as to what her nephew had in mind.
The latter dropped the knife, seeming to ignore Molly's rage. He simply closed his eyes, steadied his breathing, and began meditating.
Molly was slightly confused by his behavior, but she patiently waited for Leo to pull his trick.
After about five minutes, Leo's body began to emit a little glow, a small reddish-orange flames emerged from his body and Leo's appearance and aura changed that minute.
Leo looked extremely beautiful that Molly couldn't help but be stunned by what she was seeing right in front of her. It was as if an angel had descended right from heaven, and it made Molly continue staring at Leo, who was sitting in front of her, meditating.
Suddenly, Molly began to feel an unusual sensation on her body—the kind she didn't understand. It was like she had the urge to do work, and she felt very energized.
'Is that the power of his flames? How did he learn to do this?' she thought to herself, completely flabbergasted.
After circulating his energy around his body for about thirty or more minutes, Leo finally stopped and opened his still-burning eyes, then he exhaled steam from his mouth.
“Wow. That was…” Molly stared at him with astonishment, but before she could complete her sentence, Leo did it for her.
“Shocking right? I know,” he completed.
Molly nodded and stated how she felt. “It was like you gave me a power boost or something. I feel energized,” she said.
Leo nodded with satisfaction before pointing to that part of her hand he used a knife to cut, earlier. “Check your hand now,” he said.
Molly nodded, and she looked down at the cut on her hand—or what she expected to be there, but… “Holy sh*t. Holy sh*t, Leo. You just healed me!” she exclaimed in surprise, she jumped down from her chair and stared at Leo with a huge shock written on her face.
“There's more to my powers than just destruction, aunt,” Leo commented with a chuckle.
Molly was still shocked, she kept looking and touching her palm which was supposed to be bleeding, but there was no tear, and she wasn't even feeling any pain.
After seeing this, Molly calmed down and finally understood what Leo had in mind. “Wait a sec… If I get you right, you intend to heal Logan with your powers?” She asked, which made Leo reply with a smile.
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Leo walked across the street as he went towards THRL. He made a promise to Logan's mother that her son would return home that night.
However, he needed to get to THRL fast to heal Logan. His healing powers were slow. If it took about thirty minutes just to heal a five-centimeter shallow cut, imagine how long it would take to heal broken bones and some internal wounds.
He got to the lab and went straight to Dr. Cartel's office. The receptionist didn't bother to stop him, as she had been informed by her boss that he was an exclusive client.
She tutted as she saw Leo go straight to the elevator that led upstairs before going back to working on the desktop.
The elevator carried Leo up the building to the topmost floor, and the door slid open. He walked out and greeted Mrs. Renee, Dr. Cartel's secretary, before walking into his office.
Mrs. Renee replied to him, she suddenly remembered something, and she brought Leo's attention to it. “Oh, Leo, Dr. Cartel isn't in his office now,” she said.
Leo was surprised. “Oh really? Where did he go?” he inquired.
“He didn't say. He just asked me to cover for him for the rest of today”. She replied with a shrug, “Do you need anything from him?” She inquired.
Leo was a bit surprised while wondering what it was that was more important than watching Logan. He quickly put that at the back of his mind and focused on his main objective. “Not really. I'm actually here for Logan.” Leo stated.
“Oh, ok. You can go on then.” she permitted before returning to what she was doing.
Leo opened the door to the doctor's office and was about to walk in when something came to his mind, causing him to abruptly stop. “One more thing…” Leo said, attracting Mrs. Renee's attention, “Please don't allow anyone else into the office, except for the doctor himself. Not even you should come in.” Leo ordered and it made Mrs. Renee speechless.
Leo's telling her not to go into her boss's room was like an outsider telling her not to go into the kitchen of her own house. 'Who does he think he is?' She thought angrily and was about to protest when she suddenly felt a large sense of danger around her.
Her heart began to beat faster, and sweat began to break out from her forehead, Mrs. Renee was so scared that she could barely talk.
 Leo released his dangerous killing intent for a moment, just for a tiny moment, but that was enough to make a dull person feel danger.
Mrs. Renee nodded in fear, and Leo smiled before walking into the office and closing the glass door behind him.
Renee heaved a sigh of relief. She felt like a heavy load was taken off her, once Leo disappeared from her presence. “Just who is he?” she questioned herself.
Mrs. Renee couldn't bring herself to work anymore, she felt like she had just gone through hell and back. She needed to wrap her head around the whole thing that just happened before going back to work. “He's definitely not an ordinary person. I need to be careful of him,” she muttered to herself before taking deep breaths. She quickly remembered something, and she went back to work immediately. 
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In a certain bar in Sky City, the atmosphere was filled with serenity and calmness. It was usually like this during the day, but things tended to get dirty and erotic during the night.
At certain times, this is usually the meeting place of drug lords and mafia kings.
At the counter, a heavily built man sat on the bar stool. He wore a gray coat and drank carefully from the small, vodka-filled glass cup in front of him. He gave off a calm but deadly presence. His smooth and shiny black hair with some smooth lines of white hair running down his head would give people the idea that he was old. The small wrinkles on his face didn't hide that fact, and his silver eyes were enough to send shivers down the spine of a weak-minded person.
"One more,” he ordered the bartender, who took the cup and filled it with some more vodka before placing the small cup next to the man's hand.
The man didn't wait before gulping down the whole thing at once and dropping the cup on the counter. He checked his watch and read the time, it was fifteen minutes past five in the evening. He sighed and ordered one more drink.
In that same bar, some pairs of eyes were staring at the drinking man. The eyes belong to guys who were dressed like gang members. The men were looking at the drinking man with hungry eyes.
One of them took an effort to stand up and confront the man. "Hey, old man… you seem very quiet.” He said with a tone that was filled with slight mockery.
The old man didn't reply to the gangster and instead just ordered another cup of vodka.
“Hey, old man, I'm talking to you.” The thug said, in a voice that was filled with annoyance, he placed his hand on the old man's shoulder and squeezed it.
It was then that he was able to feel the thick muscles beneath the clothes, and it made his hand fall. The gangster was a bit surprised by what he discovered, that he forgot to taunt the man.
“Do I look like I need your company?” the old man questioned. His voice was deep and threatening. 
“Kind of. How about you buy me and my boys a drink, and we'll let you off the hook?” The thug demanded.
The old man didn't even turn to face him; he just looked forward. “I don't think I owe that to you and your boys.” The old man replied.
The thug was beginning to get irritated. “Who do you think you're talking to?” He questioned and squeezed the man's shoulder tighter.
Not just him, but his fellow thugs got up from their seats and walked toward the old man, who was still sitting calmly and drinking.
He didn't act like he felt the squeezing, instead, he kept looking forward. “If I were you, I would try to avoid trouble from a stranger. But since you don't seem like someone who's ready to listen, then you must be ready to die.” he let out in a calm voice.
The surrounding men couldn't understand him, so they looked at each other with disgust and confusion written on their faces.
The old man didn't bother with them; instead, he gulped the drink completely and looked at the cup in his hand. 
 
“There are six men here: three by my side and three behind me. You have me surrounded, and the odds could've been in your favor… However, you messed with the wrong guy today,” he said with a mysterious voice.
“Who do you th–” The guy wanted to complain, but he was soon interrupted by a glass cup suddenly landing on his forehead. He didn't see it coming.
In one second, the cup was in the old man's hand, and the next second, it was close to his head. The man fell to the ground and held his face; the glass cup broke on his face, and blood flowed from his head. 
“One down.” the old man said and punched a man at his left in the face while kicking one of the men behind him on the knee, completely breaking it. 
    AAAHHH!
The guy cried and fell to the ground, holding his broken and dislocated knee in pain.
“Two down.” the old man muttered again as he dodged another guy's incoming punch and straightened his palm into a knife-like shape before striking the guy behind him on the throat. The latter held his throat as he choked.
“Three down,” the old man muttered again. He was now left with two untouched guys and one whom he had already punched in the face but was still standing. The three men hesitated to approach him as they looked at their comrades. The man's expression didn't change, and they were able to see his face clearly this time.
One of them attempted to punch him in the face, but he caught his arm and administered an uppercut before kicking the second guy, who was approaching in the stomach.
The old man twisted the arm of the first guy, whose arm was still within his grasp and knocked him out with a fierce punch.
“Four and five down,” he muttered.
The last guy seeing the man's fighting skills, was too afraid to fight so he quickly ran away from the scene, not bothering about his comrades.
The old man dusted the non-existent dust off his hands and went back to his seat. He didn't act like he saw the groaning men on the ground, and if one doesn't know, they won't believe that he was the one who had just fought.
A few minutes later, this old man was back drinking his shots.
“You're late, doctor.” He complained as he felt a man walk in through the door of the bar.
“I can see that you've been busy, General Raven.” Dr. Cartel claimed as he looked at the men on the ground.
Only three men remained, the rest had fled. One of them was dead, another had a broken leg, and the last one was out.