From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 416

Leander strolled over like he owned the place, moving slower than anyone else, completely at ease. Around him, the tension was thick and the situation tense, but he didn't seem to notice a thing, like none of it had anything to do with him.

Margot had been hoping for some kind of miracle, but the moment she saw Leander, she couldn't help shaking her head quietly.

Leander shows up now, carrying that whole savior vibe. Usually, heroes make their entrance last, but in this mess, what good does it do for him to show up at all? The Hudsons, as powerful as they are in Dawnmere, look like nothing more than scared little pups in front of Grandhawk Properties. They don't dare so much as make a sound and just hover awkwardly on the sidelines. Leander isn't even on the Hudsons' level. How could he possibly take on Mornwick's top gun, Mr. Bastian?

Leander walked across the field and finally came to a stop between the two groups. His eyes immediately landed on Francis, clutching his shoulder and wincing in pain.

"Mr. Wilson?" He bent slightly, pressing a hand gently onto Francis's shoulder.

A warm rush spread through Francis at once. The pain in his shoulder began to ease, like sunlight melting away the ache.

Leander still held his drink in the other hand, and his gaze shifted to Stella. "Stella, who hurt Mr. Wilson?"

His tone was calm, almost casual, as if he were asking a simple question.

"That man!" Stella's expression drained of color, her finger trembling as she pointed at the middle-aged man, Damon.

Damon snorted, completely unconcerned. He crossed his arms, standing tall with the air of a master.

"Is it him?" Leander refocused, his cold, piercing eyes locking on Damon.

Damon's expression froze. It felt like some ancient beast was staring right at him, leaving him utterly speechless for a moment.

Leander's lips curved in a faint smile, but it carried no warmth at all. He tilted his head toward Margot and said quietly, "Margot, I had planned to wait until Stella's engagement party was over to prove this to you. But it looks like the timing changed."

Margot looked confused, but before she could process anything, Leander was already stepping toward Damon.

"Leander, what are you doing?" Stella's eyes went wide, her voice rising in alarm.

Everyone can see Master Damon's skills clearly. He easily takes down dozens of villagers, dispatches over twenty of the Lavette Family bodyguards in an instant, and even Hudson, who has trained in martial arts since elementary school, goes down with a single move. Now Leander steps forward—it's like trying to stop a speeding train with just a stick.

"Leander?" Even Margot froze, worry flashing across her expression.

"Kid, from the look on your expression, you're planning to get revenge on that old man, huh?" Damon sneered as he watched Leander approach.

"Kid, you better turn back before you bite off more than you can chew. I'm—"

Before he could finish, a hand shot out from the side without warning. Damon didn't even have a chance to react. A tremendous force lifted him off his feet and slammed him hard into the middle of the field.

Whoa!

I've trained in martial arts myself, and even I can't withstand a single move from Master Damon. His strength is wild—he could probably take on dozens at once, easily outclassing me. But in front of Leander, Master Damon can't even block one strike. He gets slapped and knocked out cold. What kind of power is that? I suddenly remember what happened when I shook hands with Leander. His warning echoes in my mind, making sweat break out all over me. If Leander had actually gone all out on me just now, there's no way I could have stood a chance.

Behind Grandhawk Properties stands Bastian, the kind of top-tier heir Mornwick knows well. Leander thinking he can go toe-to-toe with Bastian using just his fists is pure fantasy. Taking down Damon doesn't intimidate them in the slightest. On the contrary, it marks Leander as an outright enemy of Grandhawk Properties.

He stood there full of confidence, leaning on Bastian's name. In Mornwick, he could walk like he owned the place. Everywhere he went, people gave him respect and space. He had nothing to fear.

"Leander!" Stella stepped forward, ignoring the fact that she was about to be a bride. She reached out and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back.

"Don't pick a fight with them! You can't take on the people behind Grandhawk Properties! They've got Bastian, Mr. Dunphy's son from Southridge, backing them!" She held him tight, not caring how close or intimate it looked. She just didn't want him running headfirst into a death trap.

If Bastian got seriously riled up, the whole of Mornwick would have no place left for Leander to hide.

"Leander, stay calm!" Margot's leather-clad figure exuded composure. "Bastian isn't someone ordinary folks like us can stand up to. Even the whole village together couldn't go against one word from him. Don't let a moment of anger ruin everything."

Leander's move against Damon had definitely fired her up, but that made her even more desperate to keep him safe. She had to warn him.

Leander's lips curved into a faint smile, but his body didn't move an inch. "Stella, don't worry."

He turned to Margot, a touch of disdain curling at his mouth. "Margot, you really think Bastian is untouchable? Hmph. He's still got a long way to go in my book."

Leander lifted his gaze to the young leader of Grandhawk Properties. "So you're Bastian's subordinate. Perfect. I'm in a good mood right now. If you're smart, you'd better call Bastian immediately. Tell him my name is Leander, and he'd better get his ass over here to meet me right now."