My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

"Alright, wait here for a while. I'll take care of those scoundrels."

Leon stopped about twenty meters from the two burly men and turned to Charlotte, Iris, Fiona, and Stella.

"Don't worry, Daddy! Teach them a harsh lesson!" Fiona cheered excitedly, raising her tiny arms to flex her nonexistent biceps.

"Yeah! Make them regret it, Daddy! I'm sick of watching them act like that!" Iris added enthusiastically.

Charlotte gave a small smile and nodded gently. "Yes, please, Daddy."

Only Stella remained silent. Though the trauma still unsettled her, her gold and purple eyes shone with the same determination as the others.

Leon said nothing more, just gave a small nod. However, he wasn't careless enough to leave them unguarded.

After all, the area was teeming with demons, and there was always the chance that some harbored ill intentions toward them.

Closing his eyes, he called out softly, 'Miranda, can you hear me?'

A few seconds later, a gentle voice echoed in his mind. 'I'm here, Master. What do you need?'

'Can you manifest in your spirit form and watch over the children for a while?'

Miranda didn't hesitate. 'Understood.'

*Buzz!*

A streak of light shimmered beside him, and in an instant, Miranda's graceful figure emerged, adorned in a flowing purple gown.

She turned to Leon with a warm smile. "Leave it to me, Master."

"Thank you." Leon returned the smile with a small nod.

With that, he shifted his gaze toward the two burly men and strode toward them.

Miranda's sudden appearance went unnoticed by those around them—after all, she was a spirit, and only Leon could see her.

Surprisingly, however, Fiona's round eyes locked onto her with curiosity.

"Pretty sister, are you Daddy's friend?" She asked with a playful wink.

Beside her, Iris blinked in surprise at Fiona's words.

She glanced around but saw no one who matched the description.

"Fiona, who are you talking to?" Iris asked curiously.

Fiona jolted slightly and looked at Iris in confusion. "What do you mean, Sister? I'm talking to the pretty sister who suddenly appeared beside Daddy."

She pointed straight at Miranda, who stood before them.

Hearing their conversation, Charlotte and Stella immediately perked up, their expressions filled with curiosity.

"What are you two talking about?" Charlotte frowned, puzzled.

Iris turned to Charlotte and explained, "Fiona was talking just now, but when I asked who she was speaking to, she pointed ahead."

Charlotte and Stella instinctively followed Fiona's gaze, but there was no one there.

"Fiona, are you imagining things?" Stella asked hesitantly.

Fiona shook her head firmly. "No, Sister, I'm not imagining anything."

She pointed directly at Miranda and insisted, "I was talking to that pretty sister. Don't you see her?"

Charlotte, Iris, and Stella exchanged glances before shaking their heads in unison, making Fiona fidget anxiously.

"I..." She wanted to explain, but the words wouldn't come.

If her sisters couldn't see what she saw, how was she supposed to prove it?

Meanwhile, Miranda, observing the exchange, couldn't hide her shock.

"How is this possible? Why can Fiona see me?" She muttered in disbelief.

Only Leon, her master, was supposed to perceive her in her spirit form. No one else should have been able to.

And yet... Fiona could clearly see her—something that should have been impossible.

"I need to ask Master about this..."

...

Meanwhile, the two burly men continued wrecking the woman's stall with heavy, relentless blows.

Once satisfied, they turned to the woman with menacing expressions.

"If you don't hand over the tribute, we'll take it by force!" the man on the right threatened coldly.

The woman trembled, unable to respond. As she had said earlier, she truly had no money.

Business had been terrible for the past two days, leaving her without a steady income.

And now, these extortionists were demanding payment—refusing to believe her words.

Seeing her remain silent, the man on the left grew even angrier. Without hesitation, he swung his fist at her.

The watching demons gasped, their hearts pounding.

Some wanted to intervene, but it was too late. They were certain the woman wouldn't survive the blow.

But then—something unexpected happened.

The incoming fist stopped mere centimeters from her face.

Stunned, the burly man turned, only to see a handsome stranger gripping his arm firmly.

"You..." His eyes darkened with hostility.

However, before he could finish his sentence, Leon yanked his arm back, sending his massive body hurtling through the air.

But Leon didn't stop there. In an instant, he grabbed the man's neck and lifted him high off the ground.

"Arghh... Argh..." The man's breath grew labored as Leon's grip tightened around his neck.

He struggled to pry Leon's hand off his neck, but it was futile—Leon's grip was as unyielding as an iron clamp.

"L-Let go... Let me go..." He choked out, his voice weak and broken.

Yet from beginning to end, Leon's expression remained calm and indifferent.

The entire sequence had happened so quickly that no one had time to react.

Only after a few moments did the onlookers finally process what had just transpired.

"H-How is that possible?" The demons around them gawked in disbelief.

None of them had expected the burly man's punch to be stopped so effortlessly.

And even more shockingly—it had been done by a man with a lean, unassuming build.

Yet here he was, lifting a grown man with just one hand.

Judging by the size of his muscles alone, the burly man had to weigh well over a hundred kilograms!

"Bastard! Let go of my comrade!" The other thug snapped back to his senses and bellowed furiously.

With clenched fists, he lunged at Leon with murderous intent.

Leon paid no attention to him. As the man closed in, Leon simply clenched his left fist and, the moment he was within reach, delivered a devastating punch straight to his face.

*Bang!*

The sheer force of the blow sent the burly man hurtling through the air at an astonishing speed.

He crashed hundreds of meters away, demolishing a cake shop in the process.

"Gulp!" The onlookers swallowed hard, instinctively stepping back in fear.

Only now did they truly grasp why this seemingly refined man had lifted his opponent so effortlessly—his strength was beyond imagination.

Leon, unfazed, shifted his gaze back to the man still struggling in his grasp.

"You really are pathetic," he said coldly, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "A moment ago, you were using your strength to bully others. Now, look at you—the one being crushed."

Leaning in slightly, he whispered, "How does it feel? Satisfying?"

The burly man trembled, his face drained of color.

He opened his mouth, perhaps to plead, but no words came out.

Leon let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "How dull."

He tightened his grip, cutting off the man's breath until he passed out instantly.

With an indifferent expression, Leon tossed the unconscious body to the ground and wiped his right palm with his left, as if ridding himself of something distasteful.

Just then, the sharp sound of hurried footsteps echoed behind him, followed by a stern voice.

"Don't move!"

Leon turned his head, momentarily surprised by the speaker.

But his surprise quickly faded, replaced by a faint smile.

"Kaelen? What a coincidence."