After Two Decades
The Face is not Foreign

Junior was stunned where he stood. Freezing in place. His eyes glare. His mouth is a little open. Several times his eyes blinked in disbelief. Several times turned to look at Jan, then at me, then Jan again, then I again like a panic.

Me and Jan were compactly smiling knots, taking a leisurely step towards him. Beleaguered from two directions. With a sneaky smile full of intent. Junior himself stared back fiercely, his face crimson. He snarled with a thick face. Step by step the leader of this Green Floor Building will inevitably move forward to fill me. He moved alertly like a fighter ready to fight. His eyes were watching my every move. Muscled arms and fists are ready. Behind him, I saw Jan giving me a hand gesture. The signal was a signal for me to take care of Junior myself, because my best friend was about to approach Junior's desk. To check the computers and electronic devices there. Look for any information that could be useful. I nodded at Jan, then looked back at Junior in plain sight.

"What a wonderful show you guys are!" said Junior. "I admit I'm really hard to believe, you guys managed to beat six of the most dangerous fighters who have a long record for years!"

"It's been quite sell talk, old man!" my tukas.

Junior is moving closer. I took a step back, to keep this guy off his desk.

"I'm not selling talk, young man!" reply Junior. He looks like a sneaky smile. This time he smiled calmly and not as sweet as before. Trying to control the mood. Trying to stick to his style and not wanting to lose face.

"Are there any of your men left? Or are you going to intervene this time?" I deliberately provoked his emotions. In the meantime we kept going, exclusive and intense like two fighters in the ring. I began to shift direction, rotating our positions step by step. We are still facing each other, but we are different directions. Junior is turning his back on his desk at the moment.

"No, this time I'm the one who intervened myself, Renato!" Junior answered coldly. Then he raised both his fists as if I did not believe his words and he gave evidence.

"Oh, huh?" reply relax. "Yesterday my best friend Jan came here, and in fact you didn't catch him. Are you sure?"

Junior growled with his jaw hardened. I managed to get his anger ignited. Breath hunting. His eyes glare. His face was getting red. If this is in a movie or animation, it might look like its head is burning and blazing.

"Talk a lot to you!" he was furious and launched his first attack. A vicious right fist was eyeing my face. I moved agilely to the side, dodging perfectly. According to my calculations, his movements just now were no faster than the Six Dice Eyes earlier. Junior's second fist followed after my chest. I parried until both of his hands were outstretched, and then I put my right palm into his chest. While complaining a little, my opponent was taken one step back.

"What did you say? I talk a lot? Heh, aren't you the one who talked a lot from earlier!" I reply in style while smiling mockingly at him. My opponent's face was already completely burnt with emotion this time around. He grunts.

"Shut up!" snapped again.

"So I asked you to speak carefully" I continued. "In order to ease our business, but you choose to beat around the bush. Talk a lot, complicate everything. Now, how does it feel?"

"Yesaaaa ..." Junior snapped loudly while sending out quick punches from various directions. His patience had burned away, so his anger exploded. Can't be held back by him anymore. He growled and rampaged uncontrollably like a wild animal that was angry because it was busy eating prey suddenly the food was even captured by other animals. Not playing with his burning emotions. This time his speed and strength increased. His movements are pounding for many important parts of my body. Punch after punch no pause he launched. My body was shrouded in ferocious attacks for a few moments. However, I always managed to curl up and escape all those lightning strikes. I just keep retreating step by step. Continuously evade or repel the opponent's attack. Although I can strike back, but I haven't done so. I still want to play with this guy.

Until I was pressed in front of the door where I came. The stairs are the way down to the lower corridor. The door was wide open. While I was actually standing right at the threshold, he turned his back to the row of stairs. While still busy serving Junior's rampage that has not stopped. At least I set foot wrong, I could have fallen and rolled on the stairs. So I

you should really focus this time. And so on one of Junior's punches that targeted my chest, I caught him. Winding the fist until it reaches the arms. Junior's suffocating. I pulled him towards the stairs while I myself shifted to the side. He was a little surprised to see the stairs next to him. In that carelessness, I stuck my legs until he staggered almost to fall towards the stairs. However, it can restore balance. He punched again, but I first sent a faster and more agile attack. My punch three times in a row hit his chest and shoulder. He was back and complaining of pain.

I came forward to ambush him nimbly. I turned her body until she turned her back to me. I quickly grabbed her neck. So I locked his limbs until he couldn't move anymore. His neck was clamped with his arms.

"Now tell me, where is Prof. Ram?"

Junior snorted and growled.

"Where is Prof. Ram?" I repeated with affirmation while tightening my grip on his neck. He choked. Strangled and screamed in pain.

"Where is Prof. Ram?" ask me one more time. My grip is getting tighter. Junior screamed more and more with a stifled scream.

"Nu ... Nusa ... Tenggerese ... Ra!" Junior answered dashedly among the choked sounds.

"Where?"

"Nu ... Nusa Tenggara!"

I was dumbfounded as much. Nusa Tenggara? Far-away. Then I let go of the pitingan. Junior heaved a sigh of relief after I let go, but not for long.

"Welloooo!" He immediately suffocated violently, as soon as my kick hit his shoulder from the direction in the room. So that no longer merciful body was thrown through the door. Falling down and rolling down the stairs. Brakk, Junior is lying in the corridor below unconscious. Bamm, I slammed the door.

I instead looked at Jan who was still busy fiddling with the work computer at Junior's desk. Then I came to him.

He stopped when I came, looking at me with a glowing face. While my face was still folded due to the growling at Junior earlier.

"Southeast Nusa" said Jan as soon as I got to the table.

"Yes, Junior said that, I don't know what he meant!" my answer. I immediately took a position next to Jan. Pay attention to the computer screen that lights up brightly and displays a lot of data.

"From here I got a lot of important data and information" Jan said.

"Good," I said. "Then copy!"

"Of course, buddy!" answer my friend. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Put the device on the edge of the control panel of Junior's computer. Then he immediately transferred the file containing a lot of important data that we needed. It did not take long, just a few seconds just a fairly large file was copied into the storage memory of Jan's phone. Without the need for a connecting cable, just with internet network access.

Then Jan saved his phone.

"Prof. Ram was taken to East Nusa Tenggara!" he replied in a somewhat lethargic tone.

I glared with a frown. Then take a long breath.

"So Prof. Ram was really taken there?"

Jan nodded.

"But ...."

"Listen to me first" Jan cut. "I'd never say, Junior Fadz-Riel, the leader of this Green Floor Building has an affiliation with the Black Skull. The Black Skull itself is a large criminal organization that has a wide network of international level. They have many branches throughout the country in Southeast Asia, and have hundreds of thousands of members scattered everywhere. It was this Black Skull that supplied the deathly brave combat troops that had been protecting the Green Floor Building all this time. And one more thing you need to know is, the Green Floor Building is actually illegal. They managed to do a sneaky way by bribing the officers, so that their business had official permission."

I grunt.

"What I don't know yet" continued Jan. "That's the main reason why they attacked your lab and kidnapped Prof. Ram."

"Now where is their exact location?"

"Actually they are still on the plane on the flight to East Nusa Tenggara. They'll take Prof. Ram over there, at one of their headquarters in our country."

"What the fuck? What exactly is the purpose?"

"I don't know yet, Ren, but ...."

"But what?" my insistence.

"I'm sure there are other people or other organizations behind them, and that person is the main brain. And he must be the one who actually has a problem or a grudge against you," said Jan.

"You're right" I replied. "But we don't have a clue. I really didn't expect them to run Prof. Ram's that far, I'm thinking prof. Ram is here."

"That's how it is, now we have to rush after them, before anything happens to Prof. Ram!"

"Of course." I was full of emotion. "But there are no scheduled commercial flights at the moment, Jan! It's late at night."

"Just relax, buddy!" said Jan. "The deal leaves it to me. I guarantee you, tomorrow morning we've set foot in Nusa Tenggara."

"How now?" my many.

"Wait a minute, I need to call the police headquarters!" answer Jan. He moved from his place and towards the edge of the wall. I also moved from where I stood. I approached one by one of the Six Dice Eyes that had been lying unconscious. I knelt down to check their appearance, and scrutinized their faces. After I looked through the six, I looked past the goals and I experienced the pieces of his face and looks, I felt more and more that I had met them. I tried so hard to remember, but it still didn't work. Though I am quite sure, I have met these six people. But when and where? Their faces are not foreign.

"Hey, Ren, what are you doing?" ask Jan. He had finished calling and was now approaching me who was kneeling researching the face of Dadu Lima.

"Jan, don't you think we've met these people?" I answered while standing up and looking at Jan.

"Hmm" murmured Jan. "I've met them myself, a few times, but being with you is new this time."

"No, that's not what I meant. Look, I don't know why I feel like I've met them, looking at their faces and expressions exactly like that, but not as the Six Dice Eyes."

"Do you mean we've met them before they became the Six Eyes Dice?"

"I think so," I replied. "Three Dice's expression made me feel this way. Like no stranger, but I can't remember well did I know them? Or just meet? Or how? Who exactly are these people?"

"About who they really are, no one knows, Ren. Their real identities will not be found anywhere. All media and data containing information about the Six Eyes of Dice, do not contain their real names or origins. Exactly, they are the most mysterious fighters."

"Yes, stop. Maybe just my feelings!" finally said. Although I'm still curious.

"By the way, thank you, Ren!" said Jan.

"For?"

"It has helped me end the long record of Six Eyes Dice. Soon the police force will come and take them!"

"Of course, buddy! Our childhood dreams, right?"

"Yes, run missions side by side!"

I smiled proudly.