Invisible Heir

Mr. Arsa Yang Legend

"alright... All right, then I'll grant your wish. I'll show you today how to be a real man." Arsa said in a flat voice. Arsa knows that she only needs to show real patience by warning them that they are useless.

Arsa touched her phone and called someone. I looked at Rena. After a short order he said. Afterwards, Arsa hung up the phone.

"Well, you called someone, right? Okay, I'll wait! " Said the red-haired little youth proudly. Rena had not mocked Arsa as often as she had been bullied by the red-haired man. Arsa stood up and helped him stop the slap and shocked Rena's heart, but it was also a little heartwarming.

"Om, I was blaming you and taking you for granted. I acted the way I wanted to before, but you don't blame me for this! " Said Rena. Just because Arsa dared to call her people and talk alone with the red-haired man, Rena no longer considered Arsa a bad person. Instead, he thought about Aldo's attitude. His lover turned into a coward, without thinking, Aldo knelt down for mercy.

Arsa smiled, "As I said, it's hard to explain to you how your boyfriend is" Arsa said. Rena is now very worried.

"But Om, can you really contact someone? " ask Rena in a soft voice.

"I didn't say I could, but I've led thousands of people into battle. You think I can't call anyone?" arsa said while laughing.

"Oh, this time I asked seriously. Can you please stop joking?" Rena glanced at Arsa.

"Of course I'm not kidding" replied Arsa. And the moment Rena heard that, she shook her head. Anna had no choice but to wait.

"So, you don't think I can call someone like them? " Arya smiled funnyly on her face.

"OKAY. You see, you'll know too! " Arsa doesn't talk much anymore.

About ten minutes later, a black Mercedes-Benz, with ten black business cars following behind it, all went on with flashing lights, he said, drove slowly on the street right where Arsa and the others were. The black mercedes-benz car number plate was clearly written using a unique number, which is 333, and many more.

"I don't know which big man is here, their presence is so electrifying!" Young people around Arsa were shocked by the arrival of the cars.

"Plate number 333? Isn't that Fiko Reliso's license plate number?" the red-haired young man.

"Why did Mr Fiko suddenly come here? Did he come to the bar for a drink ? " Said the red-haired young man. Rena was also shocked when she heard those words.

"Wow. Is this Fiko's car? I told you, how long does it take to get a chance to see a man that big? I didn't expect to see him soon!" Rena is very happy.

Right now, a middle-aged man who was riding on the Mercedes car was descending. And that's Fiko. Behind him, there were also the ten black business cars that followed him earlier, so, there were a total of seventy people. These seventy people were all wearing black suits, sunglasses, and their looks looked so charming. Most of them had scars on their bodies and even on their faces. They are led by Fiko Reliso.

The 70 men swept towards where Arsa Kenandra was. Those who were there, including the red-haired young man, not knowing how many times stronger the momentum of the arrival of Fiko and his men compared to the arrival of the youngsters around them some time ago. It was led by a man named Fiko Reliso! Shortly after, the newly arrived group came to Arsa. The young men retreated and did not dare to stop their steps at all.

"Mr Arsa, I've come to report!" Fiko bowed to Arsa.

"Mr Arsa?!" Behind Fiko, the seventy big, black-clothed men were putting their hands on their stomachs and bowing to Arsa in a stern voice! In an instant, the atmosphere around there became silent.

Rena covered her mouth with both palms. Rena never believed that Arsa could actually call someone. He thought, All that is just bullshit!

The red-haired youth and the others were also frightened, his face turning pale. Even Aldo, who was kneeling on the ground, was completely dumbfounded. They never dreamed that Fiko, the leader of the famous Surabaya City Martial Arts, would be called Arsa! He looks just like an ordinary man.

Arsa turned towards the red-haired young man.

"Little bastard, that's the guy I called. Are you satisfied?" said Arsa flat.

"You... You are the legendary Lord Arsa? " The red-haired young man looked at Arsa with fear.

Please be patient, readers. The author's brother is dead, so the author can not just focus on writing.

Please pray, may my brother husnul khotimah, be given the best place by his side. Aamiin Aamiin Aamiin Ya Robbal'alamin.