Guardian Flowers
Threats

The veined and tattooed hand looked agile playing a few cards in his hand. His Eagle Eyes stared alternately at some narrow-eyed man who looked calm while sipping his cigar.

"You've done it?"

One of them asked in mandarin, his narrowed-eyed tail glancing at the European-faced man who was playing a playing card in his hand.

"That's my last job, isn't it?"

The slender man chuckled then nodded slowly, he threw the one US card he had in his hand onto the game table.

"It seems that you can't stand him anymore" he quipped in a mocking tone.

"Couldn't you?" coined.

The snake-tattooed man did not respond, not even glancing at him - he preferred to get up and leave the game table rather than having to listen to the man's babbling.

"HEY! YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED MY QUESTION. I WONDER HOW HE LOOKS, TO MAKE YOU AFRAID TO SHARE IT WITH US!" the squinty-eyed man's shout was still ignored, the snake-tattooed man instead pointed his middle finger towards the back without turning his head - and not long after he left that place the laughter of some of his comrades echoed.

Both of his sturdy legs down the street, his lips continue to reflect the smoke from the cigar he sucked. Every now and then both eyes glanced at the surrounding area, watching the people passing by like robots.

Whistling!

He threw away his cigar, then stepped on it to shreds. Without taking his eyes off the streets of Macau, his hands reached into the cell phone in the pocket of the shabby jeans he wore.

He frowned when he saw an incoming message and a short video on his phone screen.

'Your girl is beautiful too. Look, she's already grown into a very beautiful and ripe flower.'

The writing on his phone screen made his face change drastically. His jaw tightened, his two eyes staring coldly at the unknown number that sent the damn message to him.

His fists tightened when the short video was played. A mixed-faced girl was walking on the catwalk, just seconds after it was done.

"Bw*it!" objurgation.

His breathing rose and fell, he violently restored his hair while kicking an empty can not far from him. One of his hands fiddled at the screen, calling the number that had sent him a short message and video.

But he came back cursing rudely, even slamming his phone into the street when the damn number was no longer active. For years he hid his identity and where he came from, anyone who had interacted with him before deciding to go to this place, it could be revealed.

Both of his feet stepped quickly, after picking up the carcass of the phone that had been split into pieces. The man looked uneasy, his always unfriendly look was getting unpleasant to look at.

On foot he finally arrived at a small apartment far from fancy, his two long legs immediately moving rapidly up the steps - his fists still visible, and his, even when there were some apartment neighbors who greeted him he was forced to ignore.

Braak!

He violently opened the door of his apartment, maybe if the tattooed man did it once more, the aluminum door would be removed from its hinges.

Do not expect the state of the apartment he occupies neat and clean. The apartment room looked quite cluttered, clothes were strewn across the soda and on the bed. Even some of the interior was scattered there.

The man again cursed when he found two humans were struggling on the carpet of his fur.

The shout was not able to make the two people different gender was disturbed, the man named Ley was even more showing brutality to the friend.

While the snake tattooed man coiling around his neck let out a rough sigh, and immediately grabbed his backpack and precious letter from the wardrobe, ignoring the crazy village of the two demoniacs below.

"Lee! you don't want to join?!"

The man who was pumping the bi*nal woman under his support was chuckling when he saw the piercing sharp eyes that his coworkers lay. He had deliberately borrowed the apartment of the friend so that his lover did not know that he was fighting an ******.

While the tattooed man called Lee, immediately sat himself on the sofa. Both of his hands were busy unpacking the contents of the backpack he was carrying, and some papers he had just taken out.

Passports, Visas, bankbooks, ATMs and even an old picture of a little girl he always carries. Especially when he decided to leave the residence of the girl's parents, after the Master gave her freedom of life.

And now here he is, settling in Macau a few years - to finish the job he took before deciding all this. To bear all the risks, even to hide his true identity and the country of origin he once occupied.

But he didn't understand why, after years of shutting down everything about him - why now it's being slowly pushed aside by someone he doesn't know.

Who is that guy?

Have they had any problems before? or was that person one of the humans he knew?

Enemy in the blanket!

Braak!

His daydream was broken when he heard a voice from the direction of his room. The man stuffed all his valuables into his black backpack, then immediately carried the thing.

But before he came out of his apartment, his tail glanced at an expensive cell phone lying on top of a lady's bag. He's convinced that the phone belongs to Ley, or the fucking woman who was selling her body to the man.

"Sorry Ley, it looks like this time Lucia should know what you're doing right now, in my apartment. Let's just say this is the pay you have to give me for daring to dirty this place!"

Both of his hands were busy typing a few words, and prepared for him to send a woman who was the lover of a fucking man who was making love in his room.

'Ley play******, come to my apartment. If you need to bring a dead injection to teach your man a lesson!'

From Lee.

That's how she thought the message she sent to the woman named Lucia. When he was done, he immediately went to bring a cell phone belonging to one of the fucking humans. His two sturdy legs stepped wide, his eyes staring out at the street looking for a public vehicle that would take him somewhere.

Today he will ask for a deal that is over, and demand a deal that they once agreed to. Sending him to Indonesia by any means, would even accept any job and on anyone from whom he could be in the country without hindrance.

**BANG MACHINE, BERENDEM YUK😘😘😘😘

SEE YOU TOMORROW MUUAAAACCHHH😘😘😘😘**