The Unveiling.

The Unveiling.

But Mr. Malik raised a hand, stopping him in his tracks. "Pleases wait, Mr. Rudra. I want to talk to you more." He placed several more black card on the table, a sly smile creeping onto his face.

Rudra narrowed his eyes in confusion, glancing between Sam's father and the card stacked neatly before him.

"Is there something else?" he asked suspicion lacing his tone.

Mr. malik leaned back, folding his arms. "You are leaving, but you'll leave nine golden fruits behind and take these nine black cards worth of none million. What do you think about that?"

Rudra expression darkened. "Mr. Malik, our deal is for one fruit, not for all," he replied firmly, irritating rising within him. How dare he demand the fruit to himself?'

Mr. Malik smirked, his voice dripping with cunning. "Mr. Rudra, think carefully. You saved my life and that's why I offered money in exchanged for that fruit. Otherwise, I have my means to get what I want."

Rudra's eyes narrowed. "Are you threatening me, Mr. Malik?"

"No, no Mr. Rudra, we are not," Mr. Malik said, feigning innocence. "But if you don't accept our offer, I might be forced to take the golden fruit from you by force."

Rudra felt his mind spinning at the audacity of the treat. Just moments ago, he had saved this man, and now they wanted to apply force on me. Anger boiled inside him. "Who do you think you are? Just don't flare my anger more, or you'll regret it!"

As those words left his lips, a wave of tension filled the room. Sam and uncle khan watched their expressions distorted by disbelief and fear. "You don't know when to take a good offer, do you?" Mr. Malik, a hint of irritation into his voice. He gestured for his guar to restrain Rudra. "Take him down!"

At his command, the guards surged forward. But with a swift motion, Rudra knocked the first guard down with a single blow, sending shockwaves through the room. Silence engulfed the space as everyone processed the sight of the sickly – lokking man overpowering a trained guard.

One after another, five more guards lunged toward him, but Rudra moved like the whirlwind, easily dispatching them. Furniture shattered underfoot as the living room descended into chaos, the once – elegent setting becoming a battle - ground.

Frustration and disbelief filled Mr. Malik face as he watched his men fall. "What's happening?" he yelled panic creeping into his voice. "You can't –"

"Enough!" Rudra shouted, his voice echoing through the room. In a desperate attempt to regain control; Mr. Malik ordered his gunmen to shoot. "Shoot him! we take golden fruit from his dead body."

A volley of bullets rang out, the defeating sound shattering the tension, but as the bullets flew toward him, Rudra raised his hand summoning his soul power. A shimmering force field erupted around him, the bullets bouncing harmlessly away as if hitting an invisible wall. Everyone in the room stood in stunned silence, their confusion and fear palpable. the guards, who had previously, now looked on it in terror, realizing they were outmatched of this man.

Mr. Malik stared, his eyes wide with aw and disbelief. "You… you are not a normal human or martial artist. You …. You are a cultivator!"