Joe William
Roger's battered
At this time, Tengku Mahmud seemed to be petting a few shells in his palm.
Since earlier, his sharp ears heard several breaths from the front of his house that made his ignorant nature instantly rebel in his chest cavity.
"What's that old grandpa scallop for? Tomorrow's the practice cake. I'm cape." Joe said the wrong word in deciphering the seashells on Tengku Mahmud's palm.
"Be quiet you're a demon! Don't you know that outside this house someone's coming?" Said Tengku Mahmud while pressing his tone of voice.
"Huh. What yeah?" Joe said as he walked slowly towards the bamboo wall of the house and peeked behind the gap.
Now Joe can see that outside there are indeed some sturdy men who one of whom he knows as the person who was at the people's party looking for trouble with him.
"What else do you want this guy here?" Joe said in his heart.
"You know them Joe?" Ask Tengku Mahmud.
"I had a fight with one of those cakes. They're too intimidating. If my bodyguard hadn't arrived so soon, I probably couldn't control my emotions." Joe answered the teacher's question.
"Do you want to prolong the problem with them?" Ask Tengku Mahmud.
"I mean grandpa?"
"You'll know." Tengku Mahmud said, then opened the door of the house a little.
Under the moonlight, now Tengku Mahmud clearly saw some of the men.
Not only that. He could also see some distance from the front of his house, right around the coconut tree that was hit by Joe yesterday, there were also six men who were paying attention. This time Tengku Mahmud knew the six men standing around the coconut tree.
"You wanna follow?" Tengku Mahmud asked while giving some shells to Joe.
"You." Joe answered and received the shell.
"Take this exercise. Come on!"
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
The wuzz!
Wer..!
Plaque!
"Akhs..."
"Heh. Whatisthis? What's up?" Roger asked the two men who suddenly fell behind him.
Wuz...!
White objects follow each other from the direction of the house and hit two more Roger's men.
"Is this a ghost?" Roger started to panic.
No wind, no rain. But his men are four people who are stranded while rubbing each jidat.
"The shells this bang." They said they found the thing that hit their eel earlier.
Meanwhile, now two shells appear roaring toward Roger's body after each other following.
The shell of the clam was like it was not intermittently hitting the calf, thighs, stomach, chest and last landed on his forehead making the forehead bloody red with a very beautiful seal of clam shell. Like jewels on the brow of brahmins. It's just, the difference is this stamp is made of shell.
Roger looked like Michael Jackson's trance when his body was rained down by the clam shell throws of the sane grandfather and grandson.
The circumstances of Roger and his men not only made Tengku Mahmud and Joe half-dead to hold back laughter. Instead, Ameng and his five members also seemed to sit while holding their stomachs holding laughter.
"Your fate is really poor Roger. You're dealing with the wrong guy." Ameng said while laughing.
Roger now really could not stand the shell attack. He now took the initiative to dodge first from the front of Tengku Mahmud's house and wait next to the far away one. But what a shit, he was standing under the wrong tree. Because on top of that tree is a wasp's nest.
"You have Joe?" Ask Tengku Mahmud.
"I have cake. Let him take a lesson from his arrogance." Joe said he took out an iron ball from his pants pocket. Shortly after that,
Wuz...
Ngung.., ngung.., ngung!
"Ouch. What'sthis?"
"We Bang's. Run bang. Wasp!"
"Dead me maaaak!" Roger shouted and ran towards the beach.
Seeing this incident, and realizing the real danger, not only Roger and his men who plunged into the sea. Ameng and his men also followed the escape.
Byur...!
Byur....!
"Feel that let's go." Joe said as he closed the bamboo woven wall he had stretched to shoot the wasp's nest with a small iron ball of his flagship weapon.
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The next day, pretending not to know what happened, as usual. Joe still continues to do his activity lifting water, sweeping his yard then practicing breathing as well as stretching on his muscles so as not to stiff.
He deliberately pretended not to see that there were about seven or eight men standing not far from where he was training in a very sad state.
While pretending to be shocked, Joe now watched them all from top to bottom and asked. "What else do you want? Do you want to find some more with me?" Joe asked in anger.
"I'm sorry, chief. We didn't know it was you. We didn't expect that the city of Lake Princess the dragon's arrival last night." Roger said as he fell to his knees.
"Oh. Don't know. Because you don't know, you dare to be arrogant in front of me. If it wasn't me, chances are you'd keep bullying people, right?" Joe's question started to rise a little blood.
A question from Joe they can't answer. What else Roger. They just bow their heads.
"My jaw! Why are you quiet?" Jerky Joe.
"I'm sorry, chief. We admit to being wrong."
"This is the lamp you want. Please accept." Roger said as he handed the neatly wrapped box to Joe William.
"Do you think these lights are too valuable to me?" Asked Joe who was reluctant to accept the gift from Roger.
"I have a little question for you." Joe sat down in front of those who were on their knees.
"Uncle Tigor once told me about a time about 17 years ago that the city of Dolok Ginjang had been attacked by a gang of black cats aided by a gang of skulls. All the groups in the city were destroyed and fled to the city of Kemuning. Those who were victims at that time were like beggars licking to Tigor's uncle to help them from the destruction. Meanwhile, Uncle Tigor did not have enough ability to fight if the city of Kemuning when it was attacked."
"On the initiative of Tigor's uncle and his men, they asked my father, who was represented by Uncle Arslan, for help in dealing with the problem. And it wasn't until one night, that two great cities were conquered by my father's men from the Dragon Empire. Is that true?" Ask Joe.
"It's very true, chief. The story is not a figment. It's true." Answer Roger.
"After the two gangs are destroyed, then you merge into the Dragon Empire organization. Is that also true?"
"real chairman. We are the people of Dragon Empire." Answer Roger again.
"With the loss of two forces in two cities - the black cat gang and the skull gang - it is certain things will be safe. Aye right? Then, do you want to start making a fuss that could cause the name of the Organization to become tainted?" Joe asked while picking up a pebble.
"My answer!" Snapped Joe then,
Wuz..
Plaque!
This quick movement of Joe's hand seemed to flick something. Shortly after, it was seen Roger holding his head which began to drain fresh blood.
There are no complaints. There is also no effect of pain. Either out of fear, or out of guilt.
"Are you going to be invaders in your own city and then in the name of the Dragon Empire? If so, I will kill you right now. Even your lives are useless if they are just trash for the organization." Joe said then picked up a few more pebbles.
Since meeting with Tigor and getting enlightened about how important the Dragon Empire organization is to all of them, as the chairman, who actually Joe himself does not really understand it, too, Joe feels he has an obligation to maintain and take some precautions so that the Dragon Empire organization does not have too many problems even though this organization is actually moving through the Black Aisle.
"Our chairman's argument. Please give us one more chance. We will fix ourselves. I swear I won't intimidate anyone again. Please forgive us and forgive us." Roger said as he crawled closer to Joe.
"Is that so?"
"real chairman. I swear by my son and wife that I will not make mistakes that could impact the big name of the organization." Answer Roger.
"Uncle Ameng. Take this man away. I don't want to see their faces here."
"I'm sorry. But in these few days, don't show your face in front of my eyes." Joe said as he waved his hand just like people were expelling chickens.