Rita's command didn't make any impression on Franco who stood confidently before Edgar, giving him a look which explained "Do your worst!"
Noticing that Franco wasn't doing what he was asked to do, Mara walked to him with her stylish Gen-Z attitude. "Why aren't you on your knees pleading for mercy, huh?" She asked, "Is it until you meet your dead end that you'd realize that there is no need to act all brave here?" "She's right, Franco!" Elena spoke up after her sister. "Edgar here is a billion times more powerful than you are. Why don't you put your ego aside and lick his feet? You're not even influential to begin with so what's the need of your pride?" Seeing how much Elena and Mara spoke well about him, Edgar was already feeling too big of himself. He put his hands in his pocket and smiled contradictorily at Franco. "You heard them right, Franco. Why don't you be an obedient dog and lick my feet? It's not too much to ask, because you're filthy Poor!" "I refuse to kneel before my fellow Man and worst of all, lick the feet of my fellow Man!" Franco exposed deeply, angry veins popping out on his forehead. "I'm scared, Franco!" Edgar dramatized, forcing giggling from the guests. "You call yourself a Man, Franco but you couldn't even afford panties for your wife! You call yourself a Man yet you take your three square meals from your Wife's family. What type of a man is so useless that he watches his wife make success while he sits idle? Is that person a Man?" Edgar said, his tone becoming more serious, yet, Humiliating. "Just let go of your foolish Ego, and lick my feet. You're not a Man, are you?" "You must be in your deepest dream to think that I'll kneel for you talk more of saying SORRY! Just keep dreaming, Edgar Cayce!" Franco said rudely, increasing the anger in Edgar's body. He has never received this amount of insult before so to prove to Franco that he was capable, he yelled out. "If you won't kneel before me, then I will make you do it by FORCE!" He spoke out harshly, his tone filled with venom. "Men!" He screamed immediately and three MUSCULAR men walked in from nowhere. As the muscular men walked in, the guests decided among themselves that Franco was a GONER because the men approaching him were physically strong! No way he'd be escaping from them! "Attack this Man here and make him go on his feet!" Edgar directed to the men who responded in uniform "Yes, Sir!" Immediately after their response, they walked towards Franco fiercely, positioning their fists to punch Franco but Franco used his two palms to respectively grab the arms of the Muscular men. Before the men could notice what was going on, Franco twisted their fists into two, breaking their bones! "Arghhhhhh!" They yelled but Franco refused to let them go! Seeing this, Edgar directed angrily to the third man, "What the heck are you waiting for? Attack him right now?" Before the third man could walk forward, Franco stretched out his left leg! Using his super KICKING power, Franco kicked the Muscular man backward and he landed fiercely on the Banquet Exit! As the man landed fiercely on the floor, the entire guests were left in awe especially Rita and Elena who knew that Franco was as weak as an ant so how is it possible for him to fight like this? "Do you still have more Men left in your chamber?" Franco directed at Edgar who was still panting in surprise. "How did you manage to fight like that?" Edgar asked. "As long as I can remember, the only people who can fight like this are members of the Ruffian Club! So how did you manage to fight like them when you are not even their member?" Edgar's question made Franco force out a smile which disappeared instantly. Edgar was right! Franco did fight like a Ruffian but the truth is that Franco is not a member of the Ruffian Gang. In fact, he is the Ruffian Lord which is the strongest and Richest Fighting Group in Otlanto. Five years ago, Franco saved an old man from assassinators. The old man saw a lot of potential in him and decided to teach him Martial Arts. While training in martial arts and medicine, Franco discovered that the old man was the Ruffian Lord and the president of GLC. After his practice, the old man puts Franco to a test to live an ordinary life for four years. If he succeeds by living the life of a poor man without revealing his true identity, he will be the next Ruffian Lord! Throughout these four years, Franco has been living a poor man's life as Elena's husband and has been secretly booming her business just because he loves her. Last week, he received a message from the old man who trained him in martial arts and magic, that he has passed the Loyalty test and is now the Ruffian Lord. ALSO, he is the new CEO of GLC!
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- 284. El Ruffiano!- All around them, the crowd erupted in unison."Yes! Yes!" voices echoed back at the announcement, a wave of excitement rippling across the airport grounds.Despite the blazing sun overhead, no one moved an inch. Some had managed to squeeze themselves under whatever shade they could find—beneath banners, under palm trees, or huddled near the terminal walls. But many stood tall and proud right under the scorching heat, not daring to lose their spot. The Ruffian Lord was worth it.Elena nudged her mother eagerly, her eyes scanning the area like a hunter zeroing in on her prey.“The Lord is almost here,” she whispered, voice shaking with anticipation. “We have got to position ourselves somewhere we’ll be noticed. We need to be visible, mind-free, and ready for anything.”She grinned wide. “I can’t wait to meet Franco again—”She suddenly froze, eyes wide, and slapped a hand over her mouth as if trying to shove the words back in.“Oops! I meant—the Ruffian Lord. I can't wait to see the Ruf 
- 283. He is Back In Otlanto!- Elena, her mother, her sister Maya, and Edgar stepped through the grand entrance of Ruffian Airport, their eyes wide with awe. The moment they set foot inside, it was clear—this wasn’t just an airport. It was a statement.Everywhere Elena looked, the atmosphere screamed wealth, power, and a level of luxury that could make royalty feel underdressed. The chandeliers alone looked like they cost a small fortune, and the marble floors shimmered like they'd been polished with gold dust.“Elena,” her mother whispered, almost as if afraid to speak too loudly in such opulence, “this place is... unbelievable.”And she wasn’t wrong. The entire family stood still for a moment, trying to take it all in. Elena’s mouth was slightly open, her mind racing. What is this place? she thought. This isn’t a regular airport. This is a monument.Everything had been customized to suit the Ruffians' taste—bold, extravagant, and untouchable. Anyone who had the rare chance to be in this space clearly didn’t reali 
- 282. More To Come!- Helen almost crashed to the ground if not for the women beside her who quickly caught her. She steadied herself, her chest heaving as she looked up at Elena with eyes full of fury. Her anger boiled so hard it nearly consumed her.No one had ever dared to call her barren before. Yes, she had been married to the Minister for fifteen years without a child—but it wasn’t by choice. On her very first wedding anniversary, she had been in a terrible accident that led to a dangerous surgery. The procedure left her womb permanently removed, robbing her of the chance to ever conceive.From that day onward, Helen had lived with the unhealed wound of childlessness. It was her greatest weakness, her deepest insecurity. And whenever anyone mocked her for not having a child, it tore her apart inside.Elena knew this. She had known it for years. Back when her uncle was the CEO of Froston Group, he often instructed her to research their potential clients, many of whom were politicians. In one of those 
- 281. Aura For Aura!- Hearing Elena’s words, the whole place fell silent.Many of them secretly agreed with her, but guilt kept their mouths shut. Amidst the hushed side whispers and the live stream’s rapidly multiplying viewers, Elena lifted her gaze and spoke again.“Everybody has their own life to live. I have mine, and you have yours. So leave me to my destiny. Don’t fucking tell me what to do when you haven’t even told yourself what to do. You are not my Creator—so what right do you have to judge me?”Her voice carried across the crowd, cutting through the air like a blade. The silence deepened. Nobody was even checking anymore if the Ruffian Lord had arrived or not; all eyes were on Elena. They stared, many silently agreeing with her words but lacking the boldness to admit it.Even Rita herself was shocked. She could hardly believe the transformation she was seeing in her daughter. Elena had always been haunted by this particular incident—so much so that it gave her sleepless nights whenever she reme 
- 280. Bunch Of Hypocrite!- Rita shook her head slowly, her chest rising and falling as she turned to her daughters. They swallowed hard, sharing the same fear she felt. How could they possibly explain how they had gotten the invitation card? It was ridiculous. They hadn’t bought it—they had begged for it. Where would they ever find five hundred million dollars to pay for such a thing? That was impossible.And now, Helen had the audacity to demand proof of payment.Still lost in her thoughts, Elena leaned close and whispered, her voice trembling. “This is getting out of hand, Mom. Let’s just leave before they humiliate us further. We’ve endured enough insult from these people already. We should go.”But before Rita could respond, Helen’s mocking voice sliced through the air. “What are you two whispering about? If you claim to be rich and more influential than I am, then prove it. Didn’t you boast that you have evidence on your side? Then show it! Go on—present your proof. Or do you have nothing?”Elena, who had 
- 279. Prove It!- Helen chuckled, a low sound that carried mockery. “Me? Apologize?”She scoffed, shaking her head. “I never knew goats now ask for apologies too. What sort of embarrassment is this? You expect me to apologize to you—just so I can enter the Ruffian Airport?”Her lips curved into a sly smile. “I came here with a purpose, Rita. I came to receive the blessings of the Ruffian Lord. And no matter where you stand, no matter what you’re doing, if you believe, you can still receive it. Now tell me—yes, I may be stuck in the midst of this crowd, but what if this is exactly where I’m meant to be? What if I apologize to you, follow you inside, and at the end of the day I don’t get to see my blessings? What would you say then?”Rita leaned forward, her tone sharp. “And why won’t you see your blessings, Helen? As long as you step inside and stand before the Ruffian Lord face to face, there is absolutely nothing stopping you from receiving them!”Helen nodded slowly, her eyes locking on Rita’s. “And 
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