The Hidden King Of Northwood University

3: The King of the Slums

“You think a phone call is going to save you, rat?” Robert barked. He shoved the black card deep into his pocket and signaled his two thugs. “Throw his junk into the mud. I want him out before the rain stops.”

Leo watched as one of the thugs grabbed his old, beaten-up laptop...the one he had worked three part-time jobs to buy. The man didn't just carry it out; he threw it into the hallway. It hit the floor and slid toward the stairs, the plastic casing cracking with a sickening snap. Next came the textbooks. These were the only things Leo truly valued, the heavy volumes that were supposed to be his ticket out of this life. Robert picked up a thick stack of them and tossed them out the open window.

Leo heard them hit the ground four floors below. Thud. Thud.

“You’re making a mistake, Robert,” Leo said. He didn't move. He stood in the center of the cramped room, his arms were hanging at his sides. He looked at the landlord, and for the first time, he didn't see a giant. He saw a small, pathetic man who only felt big because he bullied people who had nothing.

“Mistake?” Robert laughed, his belly was shaking under his sweat-stained shirt. He gripped the crowbar and pointed it at Leo’s chest. “The only mistake here was letting a loser like you stay in my building for three years. You’re a janitor, Leo. You’re a nobody. Now, get out before I help you down the stairs.”

One of the thugs grabbed Leo’s shoulder, his fingers were digging into the thin, wet fabric. “You heard the man. Move.”

But the thug’s hand suddenly froze.

From the street below, the sound of heavy engines filled the air. It wasn't the sound of police sirens or ambulances. It was the deep, rhythmic throb of high-performance vehicles. Then came a sudden silence. A silence so heavy it felt like the entire city block had stopped breathing.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The sound of heavy boots hitting the wooden stairs outside moved in perfect unison. It sounded like an army was ascending.

Robert frowned, his eyes were already darting to the door. “What the hell is that?”

The door didn't just open. It was pushed aside by two men wearing tactical gear...all black, with headsets and weapons slung across their chests. They didn't say a word. They just moved into the room, their eyes were scanning every corner with the precision of machines. They stood on either side of the doorway, creating a path.

Robert’s face went white. He dropped the crowbar. It hit the floor with a loud clang. “Wh-who are you guys? I pay my protection money! I don't want any trouble!”

The thugs backed away from Leo, their hands raised. They were tough when it came to a lone student, but they knew real killers when they saw them.

Then, a man in a perfectly sewn charcoal suit walked into the room. It was Sebastian, the same man who had been with Leo's grandfather. He looked around the tiny, freezing studio with a look of pure disgust, his nose wrinkling at the smell of cold noodles and damp walls. He ignored Robert completely and walked straight to Leo.

He bowed deeply, his forehead nearly reaching his waist.

“Young Master,” Sebastian said, his voice as sharp as a razor. “I apologize for the delay. The paperwork for the city block took three minutes longer than expected.”

Robert’s jaw dropped. He looked at Leo, then at Sebastian. “Young... Master?”

Sebastian turned slightly, his eyes landing on Robert like he was looking at a bug. “Young Master, this man is holding your property. Shall we demolish this entire slum immediately? Or would you prefer we just buy the block and have the authorities deal with his... illegal activities?”

Leo looked at Robert. The landlord was trembling so hard his knees were knocking together. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the black card, his hands were shaking as he held it out.

“I... I didn't know!” Robert squealed, his voice reaching a high pitch. “Leo...Mr. Blackwood...please! I was just joking! I’ll fix the heater! I’ll give you the whole floor for free!”

Leo stepped forward. He took the black card from Robert’s shaking hand. He wiped a smudge of the landlord’s sweat off the gold lion emblem and tucked the card into his pocket.

“You wanted your rent, Robert,” Leo said, his voice sounding like ice. “But I don’t like my tenants being late on their respect.”

Leo looked at Sebastian. “Buy the building. Buy the one next to it, too. I want the deed in my name in ten minutes.”

“It is already done, sir,” Sebastian replied. “The funds were cleared sixty seconds ago. You are the sole owner of this property and the six surrounding lots.”

Leo turned back to Robert. The landlord had collapsed onto his knees, his face was a mess of tears.

“Five minutes,” Leo said, pointing at the door. “That’s how long you have to pack your things and get out of my building. If you’re still here when the clock hits six minutes, my security team will treat you like a trespasser.”

“Please!” Robert sobbed, grabbing at Leo’s wet sneakers. “Everything I have is tied up in this place! Where will I go?”

“I don't know,” Leo replied, stepping back so Robert’s hands hit the floor. “Maybe go find a trash can and crawl inside. Isn't that what you told me?”

The tactical team moved in, grabbing Robert and his thugs by their collars. They didn't use violence; they just moved them with a terrifying, silent efficiency. Within minutes, the room was empty of everyone except Leo and Sebastian.

Sebastian looked at the broken heater and the mattress on the floor. “Young Master, the penthouse is ready. Your wardrobe has been updated, and the private chef is waiting. There is no need for you to stay in this... place... a moment longer.”

Leo looked at the empty cup of noodles on the table. He felt a strange sense of calm. The weight of three years was finally lifting, replaced by a cold, hard power.

“Not yet,” Leo said. “I have one more week of classes. I want to see the looks on their faces when the 'Ghost' doesn't disappear.”

Just then, Leo’s phone buzzed in his pocket. It was his old, cracked smartphone. A campus-wide notification flashed on the screen.

> MANDATORY NOTIFICATION: NORTHWOOD UNIVERSITY WEALTH GALA

> All scholarship students are required to report to the Grand Ballroom at 6:00 PM tomorrow. Uniforms will be provided. You are assigned to serve the VIP donors. Attendance is mandatory for scholarship renewal.

> 

Leo stared at the screen. A slow, dark smile spread across his face. He could see it now...Sarah in her silk dress, Brad bragging about his father’s money, and all of them expecting Leo to bow and hand them drinks.