2025-01-21 03:42:33Rita'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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179. Let's Meet Up At The Airport!
Muna immediately brought the phone down and ended the call. She glanced up at Franco with a quick, reassuring smile, the kind that looked sincere—if you didn’t know better.“It’s nobody, Franco!” she said sweetly.But on the other end of the line, Michael's blood boiled. He had clearly heard Franco’s voice in the background… and now Muna had the nerve to hang up on him? That simple click felt like a slap to the face. He gritted his teeth, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.Meanwhile, Franco took a seat across from Muna, eyeing her curiously.“Nobody?” he repeated. “But I just heard you speaking to someone. You even said I’m your husband.”Muna reached over and gently rubbed his hand, keeping her smile warm and convincing. “Oh, it was just one of my aunties—a distant relation. She was trying to hook me up with some guy, asking if I was ready for marriage. I just reminded her that I’m already married—to you.” She gave a soft chuckle. “I would’ve said more if
178. Who Is That?
“Get the car ready,” Muna said as she picked up her bag, throwing a bright smile at her grandmother. “Agreement is agreement.” Granny mirrored the smile. “Alright then! Have a great day ahead!” Muna waved goodbye and walked off. To the old lady, it was certain—Franco had no chance of winning the challenge. It didn’t even cross her mind that Muna would leak the location of the Ruffian Lord to him. And when the thought did sneak into her head, she brushed it off with a smug chuckle. Franco is nothing but a useless animal. He’ll get kicked out by the Ruffian Lord before he even sets eyes on him. Granny had carefully crafted that condition for Muna with one goal in mind: securing a rich, powerful husband for her granddaughter. Whether it ended up being the Ruffian Lord or the influential Eddie Watson didn’t matter to her. As long as Muna was married into money and status, it was all she cared about. Meanwhile, Muna was buzzing with excitement. She knew her grandmother too well. Gran
177. I Refuse To Do It!
Hearing what Rita said, Edgar stepped forward, face lit up with enthusiasm. “That’s such a brilliant idea, Mother! Your plan is perfect!”Rita returned the smile, though the sight of Edgar always left a bitter taste in her mouth. Still, he was useful. Edgar never sided with anything that didn’t benefit him. He wasn’t in it for family—he was in it for fortune. He wanted wealth so loud and blinding it erased the memory of his former failures.And hearing Rita’s plan? It confirmed it. Franco's fame was their golden ticket, and Edgar was already calculating the numbers in his head.He turned to Maya. “Think about this, Maya. Your mother’s plan is genius. Did you hear what she said? We’re going to use Franco’s fame to rise to victory again!”Maya’s eyes lit up. “Exactly! You’re right, Edgar! This is the kind of opportunity that will raise our family back to the top.” She hurried to her sister and gently took her arm. “What do you think, sis? We’re going to get rich again—filthy rich!”“Let
176. The Frostons Are Miserably Poor!
For the past few days, Elena had been battling a wave of unfamiliar emotions. Off feelings. And they were all tied to one person—Franco.Ever since she saw him take that bold step at the Lioness’ Den, something inside her shifted. A part of her had melted quickly for him. She found herself glaring at his photo, even going as far as digging up their old wedding pictures—just to stare at them.Elena didn’t feel like the Franco she once knew was the same man the world now celebrated.You should see the way everyone spoke about him. Mothers, children, fathers, even politicians—Franco's name was on everyone’s lips. Elena could feel his popularity soaring with each passing day. And if he kept accepting the recognition with humility, there was no doubt it would elevate him even further.Maybe that was why her hatred toward him had slowly changed. What once burned with disdain had cooled into something softer. Something confusing.In the lounge, she sat on the couch with her legs tucked benea
175. Do We Have An Agreement?!
Oliver rushed to Franco, grabbing him before he could fire another shot into Dyesi’s lifeless body.“That’s enough, bro! That’s enough!” he said firmly, gripping Franco’s shaking shoulders. Franco’s hand still clutched the gun, his face twisted with rage, but his eyes were glistening—on the edge of tears.The inspector arrived at the scene, dropped to a knee, and pressed two fingers against Dyesi’s neck. Her blood stained the floor in thick pools.“She’s still,” he muttered, then turned to the medical sergeant.“Check on her.”Michael and Oliver gently guided Franco to a chair, helping him sit down. His gaze never left Dyesi’s corpse.“You’re okay now, Franco,” Oliver said quietly, still holding his shoulder. “It’s over.”The sergeant finished checking for signs of life, then stood and spoke to the inspector.“She’s dead.”Oliver gave Franco a firm pat on the back.“It’s all gone now, bro. She’s gone. Dyesi’s gone.”Franco didn’t respond. He just stared at her body, jaw clenched, brea
174. Final Destruction Of Dyesi!
Dyesi's lips twisted in disgust as she stared at Franco through the screen, her entire body seething with fury. That nobody, that low-life, had brought her empire crumbling down. She couldn’t believe it. As the officer raised his gun toward her, the rage bubbling inside turned to panic.A stern voice echoed from behind.“Miss Dyesi Williams, you are under arrest for violating Section 2, Act 8 of the Ruffian Law—prostitution, sexual abuse, the illegal operation of an uneducational program, multiple counts of murder and attempted murder. You are advised to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, the government will provide one.”The room stiffened as two more officers stepped in.“Cuff them—now!” the inspector barked.“Yes, sir!” came the unified response.Cold steel locked around Dyesi’s wrists. Even as they restrained her, her eyes never left Franco. She glared at him like she coul
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