Shortly after 10 a.m., cars began to fill the public parking lot near Peachtree Street Plaza.
More than twenty members of the Hulk Masion, including Martin and Bruce, donned vests displaying the club's name and transported various rally materials to their designated area.
Martin called out, "Folks, let's flaunt our reputation!"
The club members enthusiastically agreed and began their tasks.
Hart dashed over with a flag, exclaiming, "Daddy Martin, you should hang this up; it'll be truly grand!"
Carrington, Ivan, and others cheered, "Hurry up, hurry up! Hang Dad Martin up in the tree."
Martin scanned the group and employed his usual tactic, "Listen up, anyone who talks too much will have their stipend deducted, both from the club and the Woman Association!"
These guys were honest, and those combined stipends amounted to over $100 per day.
"Here come the beauties!" Hart exclaimed with excitement.
Two buses parked by the roadside. Led by Elena and Monica, nearly a hundred women in their twenties and thirties disembarked and joined the Strip Club members.
Carrington remarked, "Some of them look familiar."
Hart recognized them, saying, "Those who went wild at the club last time."
Monica approached, hugged Bruce, and planted a passionate kiss on him, prompting continuous whistles from the Beast House members.
Observing that the men and women with abundant hormones weren't fully focused, Martin intervened, "Let's get to work! After the event, you'll have plenty of time to fool around." With more people, maintaining order became a challenge.
Martin resorted to his tried-and-true tactic, "Anyone goofing off during work will lose their complimentary meals!"
Gradually, order was restored.
Flags were hoisted, banners unfurled, and posters held high.
Martin inquired of Elena, "When will the media reporters arrive?"
Elena replied, "It'll be a little while."
Martin slyly signaled to Bruce, and the club members began contacting their family and friends, urging them to call the news hotline and report the event.
A few dozen dollars was quite a sum.
Bruce furrowed his brow, commenting, "Man, we're not making much of an impact; no one's paying attention to us."
Martin quipped, "How about you run around here naked? You'd definitely grab some attention."
Instinctively, Bruce began lifting his clothing to reveal the concealed firearm.
Martin pulled him back, advising, "Come on, Old Bu, this isn't the time to be uncivilized."
Bruce retorted, "I just want to see how much crap you've got under that skull of yours!"
Martin took out his mobile phone, receiving a call from Elena. She reported, "Milton left the training center in an old-fashioned black Lincoln Continental."
After hanging up, Bruce inquired, "Is that jerk on his way?"
"He'll be here in a minute," Martin informed the club members. "Get ready, folks. The guy who insulted us is about to arrive!"
He turned to Ivan and Golden Retriever, instructing, "Make as much noise as you can. Old Boo, find a hiding spot. Gather your wits; it's not your time to shine."
...
The black Lincoln Continental was heading toward the club's headquarters.
Inside the car, Milton discussed work with his assistant, saying, "Publish the article as soon as possible. The upcoming free skills training will be on a larger scale. Let's show the United States that we're the ones truly making a difference."
The assistant interrupted, "I just received a call. The people from the Hulk Mansion are protesting outside the headquarters."
Milton paid little attention to these minor disruptions, dismissing the Beast House with a casual remark, "The Hulk Mansion, that gigolo Strip club?"
"They're causing quite a stir," the assistant clarified.
Milton nodded briefly, saying nonchalantly, "Let's find an opportunity to make them regret it."
As the Lincoln Continental approached the Methodist Church's main entrance, Milton glimpsed the protestors displaying signs with "Hulk Mansion" on them. Ignoring them, he continued to hear a piercing whistle.
Glancing back at the protestors, he saw they had unveiled new banners:
"Two ex-wives cheated on you because you're worthless."
"A man who can't even satisfy his wife can't lead a family."
"Jessica and Lina send their regards to a useless man."
While Milton's name wasn't explicitly mentioned, it was evident what they meant. He recalled his most embarrassing experiences, when his two ex-wives not only cheated on him but also brought their lovers home to desecrate their wedding photos on his bed.
Such experiences had undoubtedly contributed to his staunch conservatism.
Suddenly, two protestors turned around, dropped their pants, and exposed their backsides. One had "Lina" written on it, and the other, "Jessica."
The assistant subtly signaled the driver, who accelerated the car and entered the headquarters' gate.
Milton stepped out of the car, appearing unperturbed, and made his way toward the office building.
The continuous whistles at the entrance reminded him of his past humiliation, but Milton was a seasoned individual who could maintain his composure.
...
Outside, a commotion was brewing, and Martin instructed, "Hart, Carrington, stop loitering around."
Hart playfully adjusted his belt and said, "Martin's daddy, can you throw in an extra oxtail rice for lunch?"
Martin responded generously, "Don't worry; we've got it all covered. I'll come up with something new tomorrow. If I can't think of anything, I'll ask Bruce to attach cow tails on you!"
After some thought, Hart proposed, "How about turning that embarrassing photo into a poster flag and hanging it on the street lamp at the entrance? That guy will lose his mind."
Others agreed, "Great idea!"
Someone added, "The current one should be involved too!"
Martin concluded, "Perfect! Just remember, if you get arrested by the APD, don't expect anyone to bail you out."
Elena spotted a TV interview van arriving and cautioned, "Let's get serious; the reporters are here."
She thought to herself that this situation was a bit too lowbrow, and Ms. Gray was not suited for such appearances.
Martin teased, "Hart, buckle your belt properly; do you really want to flaunt your butt to the reporters?"
As more newspapers arrived, additional reporters joined the scene.
The Women Association had made special arrangements for media coverage, and Elena and Martin were interviewed separately.
Martin emphasized the significance of the Hulk Mansion as a symbol of women rights and liberty.
In the afternoon, as Milton's Lincoln Continental departed, the sharp whistling resumed.
Milton remained composed, as if nothing had occurred.
The rally concluded for the day. On their way back, Martin and Bruce shared a car.
"Bruce, I've had my eye on you these past few nights," Martin remarked.
Bruce asked, "Are you sure he'll go to the Wild Forest Bar?"
Martin replied, "Not certain. The information I received indicated that Milton frequents that bar for a drink over ten days a month."
Bruce lamented, "Why did I believe your nonsense and get myself into this mess?"
Martin, unabashed, quipped, "You know what they say: you are what you eat. In your case, you're just as rotten as the rest of us."