Namoras
Making a mess in the new village dojo

A look of shock appeared on Tigor's face hearing that Tanta had been killed at Jhonroy's hands.

He doesn't know Tanta. However, if the news is like this, surely Jhonroy is no longer playing games.

Namora is too young to deal with an old man who is already full of salt acid in the black world.

Not inferior to Tigor, Ameng's current face was also very grim. After this, he must brainwash how to protect Namora from the targets of Jhonroy.

"Think how to bang!" Said Ameng asking Tigor to think of a way on how to deal with the matter.

"There's no way without me out there. But clearly, Jhonroy would pay a very high price if he dared to harass my single child. A little bit of skin blisters, I make sure Jhonroy's head gets separated from his body,"

"Rio. Do you have a way?" Asked Ameng in a desperate tone.

"I am a policeman. I always act according to the law. Jhonroy's adopted son filled many important positions in the government. If they complicate the police work, it will be very difficult for me to protect Namora,"

The three men really felt dizzy thinking about Namora's safety. However, they knew that this Jhonroy was not an opponent to be taken lightly. Only, these three people did not know that the fear vein in Namora had long broken up. Let alone Jhonroy, even if the ancestors of John rose from the grave, Namora would not be afraid.

***

On the same day, after taking care of everything related to the inter-school pencak silat championship tournament, Ardi who had bribed the entire set of the tournament reviewed the sly smile on his lips. But, just as he was smiling, suddenly his phone rang.

Ardi, who saw that the person who called her was Arda immediately answered the call.

The smile that had adorned his lips faded away immediately after he learned from Arda that Tanta had been killed. In fact, what makes him afraid is, his sister, Merisda became the target of Jhonroy to be an outlet for the old man's depraved lust.

"Bao. Did you agree to send our only little sister to satisfy the old man's desires?"

"No. I had to say I agreed. Because, if I say no, then Jhonroy will kill me. So I had to agree to it. You go home immediately. Tonight, we must send our brother as far as possible to avoid the pursuit of Jhonroy,"

"It looks like it's free bang. Jhonroy must have been spying on your movements,"

"We have no choice. Otherwise, our brother's future will be ruined. I can only take this risk. Even if he dies, let him die honorably for protecting the family. I've thought of nothing else. And you don't say any more doubts that don't bring about any change. Go home, and we'll soon send our sister all the way from this Batu town. If necessary, go out of the country!"

"Good bang. I'll be home soon. I take care of everything! Tonight we will set out together to escape Merisda so as not to fall into the hands of that old bandit!"

Ardi immediately ended the call, then hurried to leave the place where he met with some of the tournament organizers.

After arriving at his car, he immediately drove towards the teacher service housing in the stone city with a very messy mind.

"Dam. It's all because of Namora!" His mind in heart.

*********

Bruuuum..! Bruuuum..! Bruuuuuum....!

The sound of the motorcycle engine roaring deafeningly under the bamboo groves found in a building known by the people in this new village as the only karate Dojo in the new village.

That deafening noise attracted the attention of some disciples who were practicing.

All this time, no one had come to this Dojo in such a manner. As if looking for an opponent.

Not happy for the actions of the motorcyclist, some people immediately approached the two motorcyclists, then snapped.

"Hey you two. Don't you know that this is a training dojo? Why are you pulling your gas motor like that huh? Stop it and leave!" Snapped the disciple in an extremely arrogant style. Maybe he thought that the martial arts he had was already at a high level, so he looked arrogant. Yet.z...,

Prak..!

In response, one of the two motorcyclists removed the helmet he was wearing, then slammed it directly over the head of the reprimanding student. As a result, blood poured down the young man's white clothes accompanied by a high shrill scream.

The young man staggered while holding his head that had been splattered with blood. It was obvious that blood was seeping from between his fingers which was smothering the wounds on his head.

"If science is still superficial, don't you dare rebuke me!" Said the young man who hit earlier.

The actions of the young man not only shocked the disciples in the Dojo. Even his friend was surprised.

"Jol. How reckless you are!" Reprove his friend earlier.

It turned out that these two people were none other than Namora and Jol, who had indeed deliberately come to this Dojo to look for Diaz and Rudi.

They had just rebuked each other, but when they turned their heads, they were now clearly surrounded by more than twenty students in the Dojo with the average of them having green belts.

"Fucking rokkyu! There are many of them too" said Jol sneering. There was absolutely no fear on his face.

"Hand Jol!" Namora's whispers are encouraging.

"Hand your teeth. Even if I can, I'm out of breath, demon!" Maki Jol with a growl. It was he who invited Namora to find a cause in this Dojo. But, that doesn't mean Namora just shut up, does it?

Namora laughed at Jol's words. But his laughter was so ugly, it even seemed like bloodthirsty laughter. In fact, that laugh was the sweetest laugh Namora had.

Namora takes off the helmet she was wearing, then fights back with Jol.

"You weeds, you better get out of the way! We both have nothing to do with you. Our arrival here only wants to meet with people named Rudi, as well as Diaz!" Namora was still trying to gently face off against this green grass. To him, he did not want to hurt them. What else these people do not know anything about the affairs between themselves and the two people they are looking for.

"Stupid. Your friend has hurt our friend. It's good that your congor said there was no business. Our best friend just asked, but why did your friend beat him in the head with a helmet?" Answer one of the men angrily.

"You hear that Jol? You are that. Play hit me," booed Namora.

Hearing this, Jol immediately nudged Namora's ribs, then said. "Nothing can be arrogant in front of the J7 leader. What else is dry grass like them,"

Jol then took two steps forward, then again said. "I want Rudi and Diaz. If you get in the way, don't blame me if you're slaughtered here to the letoi!"

"Gee. So arrogant. Come friends! We beat up these two people who don't know themselves. We will get the reward for getting rid of the troublemaker!"

"Go ahead!" Fishing Jol with a mocking grin.

"GROAN...!"

A two-man fight against twenty people broke out as well at last.

For Jol who is already at the master level of black belt in taekwondo, beating people with green belts is not something that is difficult.

Jol's fist and foot kick landed smoothly on the braking body. Every kick he took off, would make one person instantly fall to kiss the ground.

The state of Namora can also be said to be the same. Several hand strikes, as well as the lockdown made his opponents like not struggling. And the most dangerous is his two fingers. The index and middle fingers are very difficult to contain. When it reaches the pulse point, it is obviously very painful for those affected.

It wasn't until five minutes, the fight was over and everyone fell to the ground.

"You beat up how many people?" Jol asked mockingly.

"Eight!" Answer Namora honestly.

"I'm twelve!" Without question, Jol proudly said that he had taken down as many as twelve of his opponents.

Seriate...