Leon looked over his shoulder and saw Mr. X emerge from the police station, his huge figure silhouetted against the doorway. The Tyrant riveted his gaze on Leon, and even in slow motion, Leon could feel the weight of his coming destiny. In a daring twist of fate, Leon had a wicked thought. He turned to face Mr. X, smirking as he moved deliberately and exaggeratedly. Leon then started twerking in an act of ludicrous spontaneity. His hips swung in slow motion, rejecting the gravity of their perilo