All-around teacher at the magic academy

Inside the racetrack, the sun was shining brightly, and an open-air grandstand appeared exceptionally tranquil.

Unlike other bustling viewing areas, this place seemed to have been forgotten by time, with few people visiting.

However, in this seemingly deserted corner, two figures stood out remarkably.

The two men, dressed in sharp gentleman's coats, stood side by side at the edge of the stands.

One wore a top hat, revealing deep eyes beneath the brim; the other had a cigarette dangling from his lips, and amidst the swirling smoke, his left sleeve drooped unnaturally, giving him a somewhat forlorn appearance.

Their eyes were focused on the center of the racetrack below, where gamblers reveled, their noise rising and falling.

However, the two seemed detached from the situation, quietly observing everything.

Suddenly, the man in the hat broke the silence, saying in a low voice, "It's almost time to close the betting period. Will our operation attract the attention of other forces?"

The man smoking smiled slightly and replied, "It's bound to attract attention. It's hard to avoid the attention of that group of people with something like this."

The man in the hat frowned and continued, "So what should we do next?"

The man smoking took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, "Who would turn down money? At worst, we'll share the profits with them as protection money."

The man in the hat still seemed a little worried: "What if they still aren't willing?"

The man smoking turned cold and said firmly, "If they still don't know what's good for them, then they'll only become enemies. Since they'll become enemies sooner or later anyway, we might as well lay our cards on the table sooner rather than later."

The two fell silent again, their gazes fixed even more firmly on the racetrack below.

Just as the two men were talking, soft footsteps broke the silence.

The footsteps were light, but they were exceptionally clear in the silent stands.

"Is that Carbin?" the man in the hat asked without turning his head, still facing the racetrack.

Cabin's voice came from behind them, sounding somewhat excited: "The betting is over. Almost all the gamblers have placed their bets on horse number 4."

"Hmm, what about horse number 6?" The man in the hat remained calm, seemingly already knowing the outcome.

“Almost no one bets on horse number 6, except our own people,” Carbin replied, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Hehe, we've really struck it rich this time." The man in the hat couldn't help but laugh, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He could almost see the huge profits beckoning to them.

However, before his laughter could subside, the man smoking next to him coldly interrupted him: "Let's not even talk about making money, Cabin, what kind of work are you doing? You didn't even know you were being followed?"

Cabin's body stiffened instantly. He turned his head in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had been very careful on his way here, trying his best to avoid attracting anyone's attention.

“This…this is impossible, I…” Cabin stammered, trying to explain, but the trembling in his voice betrayed his panic.

The man in the hat standing nearby was also shocked; he hadn't expected to be so unaware of being followed. He sighed inwardly, realizing that his own abilities were indeed insufficient.

“Come out, my friend.” The man smoking gently stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes piercing as he stared intently at the seemingly empty area behind Cabin.

Leon sighed softly in the shadows. He had only intended to eavesdrop on their conversation quietly, not even daring to peek out for fear of revealing his whereabouts.

He thought he had been discreet enough, but he was still discovered.

He pondered to himself, wondering if the other party was too perceptive, or if he himself had become ordinary.

After a brief hesitation, Leon slowly walked out from around the corner. His steps were steady, but his eyes revealed curiosity and vigilance.

He was also very curious about the background of these two mysterious figures.

Moreover, he felt that the conversation he had just heard sounded familiar, as if these voices had appeared in his life at some point.

However, as soon as Leon appeared, his intuition told him that danger was imminent.

Without the slightest hesitation, he jumped back two steps, trying to distance himself from the potential threat.

The moment he landed, a figure rapidly approached, swinging a fist at him. The person's movements were swift and powerful, clearly the result of extensive training.

Leon stared blankly at the figure charging towards him, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still; he never expected that the other person would be someone he knew.

However, the opponent did not recognize him. The fist, imbued with magical power, hurtled straight towards Leon's face with a whooshing sound.

Just as the fist was about to touch his cheek, Leon quickly came to his senses. His reaction speed was extraordinary, and he directly reached out and grabbed the other's arm, the force of which made the other's movements pause.

"You're so unfair, Tommy, to attack me so ruthlessly the moment we meet."

Leon smiled and said, his tone tinged with doubt, surprised by the sudden attack.

The man opposite him saw his attack easily neutralized and was about to launch another offensive when he suddenly heard his name casually uttered from the other man's mouth.

He froze, staring incredulously at the unfamiliar face before him, unable to recall any relevant information.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Tommy decided to act without further delay. His palm quickly erupted with blazing flames, the intense light reflecting off his face and making him appear even more ferocious.

Without hesitation, he reached for Leon's head, intending to burn him with flames.

Seeing the flash of fire, Leon immediately turned his head to dodge the grab with agility and fluidity.

Immediately afterward, before Tommy could retract his hand, he raised his foot and kicked Tommy hard in the stomach, sending Tommy flying several meters away like a kite with a broken string.