Dangerous Woman Jesslyn's
Lary Vs Jane's

A fire in a house caused panic among residents, but not with a man who was now having fun. Under the dim lights of the village street and the screams of the residents in the distance, Lary with a heart of flowers pedaling a bicycle while whistling ria, Lary, the shadow of the many bonuses that will be received from the Broto boss makes the man rush to another village for fun.

Without him knowing Jane followed the man's steps half-running while hiding behind a tree lined up on the side of the road so as not to be caught.

Shortly afterwards, the man stopped at a cottage, where many other men were playing gambling ala postal patrons.

"Why 'nih?" asked Lary while putting her bike next to the cottage.

"Regularly," replied a man while throwing a poker card into the other pile.

"Don, tomorrow I'm the best chicken stock." Lary immediately sat down next to the man named Gendon.

"Ready. Just like this is." Gendon swiped his thumb and index finger as a sign if all could be overcome as long as there was money.

"Quiet down. Tomorrow Juragan Broto will give you another bonus." A proud smile at what the man had just done made his friends immediately look enthusiastically at him.

As usual, if he gets more money from Juragan Broto, Lary will use it to buy cockfighting money. Where such gambling is common in the village and is considered as entertainment. It's just that the price of pitted chicken is more expensive than consumption chicken, so he always buys when he has just completed a task like tonight.

"Who's Juragan Broto's target this time?" asked the three men who were now looking curiously at Lary.

Lary's friends are already well memorized by the man's work in serving Juragan Broto. If the payment received is not small, surely Lary has just done something reckless and dangerous like finding a way for the prospective victim of the old bandot village girl.

"That, the new residents of Rambutan Gundul Village. I think Juragan Broto has really done it, to the point of wanting to do reckless." Lary herself also still does not know how Jane's face and what kind of woman. For him the village woman is the same, most face like Maya or Ndoro Broto the first wife of the coach.

That is because it is very rare for beautiful women in this village, not because of heredity, but underage boys are mostly sent or moved elsewhere by their families so as not to be targeted by Juragan Broto if they grow up to be beautiful girls.

"Basic, yes. Old bandot doyan leaves young. Don't want what age the smell of the land, if all the beautiful village women in her pasture, what will we-we be." The four men in that place are still single because there are no more beautiful villagers as village flowers that can attract the attention of the males there. Only leaving the old women and families with faces below average.

"I think it's important I've been there. Yes, don't forget my order! Want to mengapelin the village widow next door first!" lary said she was leaving her friends. Though time is very late, but it has become the best dating time for men like Lary.

Without them noticing, Jane heard all the chatter of the riot-making youths in the village very clearly. The woman clenched her hands very strongly and emotions exploded. "Fucking Juragan Broto!"

Jane soon follows Lary, who returns to ride her bike down the village road. The woman hurriedly ran down the shortcut and stood right in front of the deserted road the man was walking on with high level emotions.

"How dare you burn down my house, huh?" jane shouted loudly as she stepped firmly closer to the man.

"Campus me!" Aware of who the woman in front of him Lary rushed about to turn her bike.

However, the man had not had time to pedal the bike back, Jane had already pulled the boob on the back of the bike. "Where are you going?"

Seeing no other way, Lary took off her bike and stared with a sharp glare at Jane. "Don't blame me for being rude, miss."

Lary immediately raised a fist towards Jane, but the woman easily avoided making the man instantly widen his eyes. He did not expect that the woman in front of him could stand up. It was very rare for the women in the village.

With ease Jane catches Lary's arm and turns it backwards. "Tell me where Broto's boss is now!" jane shouted loudly enough to be able to deafen Lary's ears.

"Basar woman doesn't know it's lucky!" The gallant body and strong energy made the man easily rid himself of Jane. "How did you get out of that fire, huh?"

Lary was quite curious, how could the woman regardless of the plan that she had carefully arranged. Though the man to watch a few hours around the house and make sure if the two occupants are not out. However, somehow, now the woman is even demanding revenge.

"You're looking for the wrong opponent, Bald!" Without wasting any time Jane immediately attacked Lary very quickly. Although the man in front of him was sturdy and gallant, but Jane who was already equipped with martial arts since her mother was still there, was not an easy woman to beat the man.

There is no doubt in every sentence Jane and as fast as lightning the woman ran towards the bald man and floated a kick right in Lary's face to make the man shameless directly down on the road.

"Bad! You want to play with me, huh!" The man stared intently at Jane furiously as he rubbed the corner of his lips that were bleeding from the swing of the woman's legs in front of him. Not wanting her pride to be lowered, Lary immediately got up and turned to attack Jane blindly.

The woman continued to face the man known as Juragan Broto's man with agility. He not only kicked, but also lashed a hard punch at Lary's body quickly, occasionally lowering his head and tilting his head to avoid the opponent's blow.

Didn't expect to get a tough enough fight from Jane even Lary was battered in various parts of the body. The man finally pulled out a kerambit–knisau handheld– behind the body to protect himself.

"Don't blame me if you die tonight, Miss!" said Lary prepared to hold the sharp object very firmly and prepared to attack.

To Be Continue's...