Everything happened too quickly for Jackson Wang. One moment he had lost his balance, and the next, his feet were being toasted by a mysterious fire. Horrified, he stared at the black smoke rising from his burnt feet with hisses and clenching jaws, panic sweeping over him. He desperately tried to wipe away the charred remains, hoping something was left of his feet—but it was too late.
Yet, as an assassin, he couldn't afford to panic so easily despite the pain. His gaze darted to Leonard, who now stood before him with a smug expression.
"What did you just do? How is this possible?" Jackson demanded.
Leonard shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing is impossible! I've been busy here," he added sarcastically.
"What?"
"Never mind." Leonard's eyes locked onto Jackson's, the disdain in them unmistakable. "Look who's on the ground now. Isn't it funny?"
