Dressed in black suits, gang members stood in line at the entrance.Alian saw Mr. Michael and Jony enter the club earlier and swallowed nervously. "Brother-in-law, are we really going in? I've heard Aishah reserved the entire place tonight for something big.""We're going in," Ricard said, patting Alian on the shoulder as he headed for the entrance.As soon as Liam called, Ricard had rushed over. His reason for bringing Alian was simple: to help him vent his frustrations.Alian tugged at Ricard's sleeve nervously, "Brother-in-law, we might not be able to get in.""Aren't you a member of Aishah?" Ricard asked curiously.Alian nodded, "I am, but my rank isn't high enough.""No problem," Ricard said dismissively. "Just follow my lead."Without waiting for a response, Ricard walked straight to the entrance. Alian, unable to argue, followed closely behind, heart pounding. He knew that Aishah's rules were strict; showing up uninvited to a major event could result in severe punishment. As th

“I will!” Ricard shouted, standing up amidst the surprised looks from Alian, Beckam, and the three girls, Belle, Jessica, and Marielia.Liam immediately felt reassured upon hearing Ricard's voice. She turned to look at his familiar figure, but before she could speak, an unhappy voice rang out from within Aishah society.“Get back immediately! Who do you think you are?” Jony glared at Ricard, shouting angrily.Michael had just lost, so anyone stepping up now would imply they thought themselves better than Mr. Michael. Unlike others, Michael's reputation in Aishah was built on his fighting skills, including his status as the runner-up in the provincial Sanshou championship. Anyone suggesting they were better than Mr. Michael was essentially saying they deserved a higher status than him in Aishah.In Jony’s eyes, Ricard and his group were Etham’s subordinates. Now that one of Etham's men wanted to step up and overshadow his superior, Jony was naturally displeased.Ricard looked at Jony w

"Right, their speed is incredible. If I fought any of them, I’d lose instantly. Facing three, it’s nearly impossible."As the three moved, Ricard took his hands out of his pockets. In that instant, they closed in.One aimed a knee at his lower back, but Ricard stepped forward, dodging by forty centimeters, making the knee miss. To the spectators, it looked like Ricard narrowly escaped by luck.But Ricard knew that the knee, though seemingly dangerous, posed no threat. Missing by even a millimeter still meant a miss.Ricard had just dodged the knee strike when a punch aimed for his face. Moving with lightning speed, he struck the elbow of the opponent's outstretched arm. Another attacker then tried to kick his calf, but Ricard didn't bother dodging. Instead, he let the kick land on his leg.The kicker's expression changed drastically. It felt like kicking a solid iron block rather than a person. Although he was the one attacking, the pain shot up his leg.Absolute dominance in strength

Ricard took the elevator to the 13th floor, found Room 2, and unlocked the door. The so-called single apartment was definitely luxurious, with at least 130 square meters. The living room, bedroom, and bathroom were all spacious and lavishly decorated with intricate wallpaper and high-end furnishings. The wooden floors were spotless.In the apartment was a studio, complete with drawing materials, suggesting it was set up for Ricard's assumed identity. Looking around, Ricard saw it wasn't a recent arrangement. Some paint jars were half-used, and a drawing on an easel was half-finished, creating the illusion that someone regularly painted there.Just as Ricard finished surveying the apartment, the doorbell rang."Coming!" Ricard called out. He went to the living room, thought for a moment, and took off his suit jacket, leaving only his shirt on before opening the door. Three women—Milan, Like, and Jeannie—stood outside with a man Ricard hadn't met before. The man had a beard, braided hai

"Keep your word and don't back out, or I'll have people visit your boat every day to spread the word about your character," Milan added, patting Papillon's shoulder with a sly smile.Ricard and his group left the restaurant one by one.Papillon and Anthony stared at the table, speechless.At the tea house, though Ricard didn't directly discuss painting with Mayya, the outcome was clear. Mayya realized the gap between himself and Ricard was vast."It's no surprise that Jeannie would be interested in a man like Ricard. How could he be anything but exceptional?" Mayya said, sitting in the back of Milan's car.In Jeannie's red Benz GT, she didn't start the engine immediately after getting in."Chairwoman Demneri, why aren't we leaving? Milan and the others have already driven off," Ricard asked from the passenger seat."Why did you deceive me?" Jeannie turned to Ricard."Deceive you about what?" Ricard was puzzled."Everything you showed just now. Don't tell me you learned all that from t