Namoras
Ameng beat up Ganjang

Right now, be it Ganjang and his men, the disciples of the new village Dojo, even Jol and Namora themselves, were watching closely towards the car that each of the doors had opened.

From the inside, one by one they came out and some people rushed towards the BMW 7 series car to open the door.

The basket that recognized the man who was like a big Boss suddenly turned pale.

He clearly knew very well who the man who turned out to be Ameng was. However, what he could not confirm at this moment was, whether Namora or Jol had any relationship with Ameng. Because, all he knew was, Ameng had absolutely no children, nor nephews.

They both know that Ameng was an orphan and a vagabond before his status was raised to the level as it is today.

Not to mention that Ganjang was finished with his mind, one voice had firmly reprimanded towards him.

"Nude. I don't think that you have much time to take care of the children's affairs," Ameng now walked towards Ganjang while opening the sunglasses he was wearing.

The bed did not answer directly. Instead, the memories of 17 years ago were reflected in his mind. At that time, Tigor as the big brother of the black cat group branch of the city of Kemuning, (Before becoming the Dragon Empire) easily destroyed the skull gang led by Birong. And this Ameng was one of those with powers that could not be underestimated.

At that time, together with Tigor, Andra, Acong, Embossed, Ucok, Thomas, Jabat, Sugeng, Monang, and Ameng themselves, they managed to tear down some great powers such as the Jordan Gang in the city of Kemuning, and the city of Jordan, Black cats in the town of Lake Putri, and Skull gangs in the town of rock. Surely he did not know that besides them, there was Arslan who was sent specially by Jerry William to help. However, before everything is known, Arslan and his men are out of the way. And he along with Mokmok and Panjul are fragments of the rest of the gang's men who managed to survive the attack. While the only important frontman left today is still languishing in prison. This guy's name is Marven.

Seeing that Ganjang was just silent, Ameng felt offended, then reprimanded. "Are you deaf?"

The shocked basket got this reprimand. He stammered in reply. "Well.bang. Bang Ameng's. Why are you here?"

Ameng smiled cynically towards Ganjang. Then pat the man's cheek slowly, then said. "No question should be answered with a question. Are you stupid or stupid?"

"Uncle. He came here to break my leg" Namora replied.

"You're silent! I'll finish it with you. You wait there!"

Namora immediately invites Jol to get out of the place while whispering. "Jol. Let's get away. My business is still a lot. I'll take you home. We'll meet you at school tomorrow!"

After Namora left them, Ameng became increasingly fierce. "If you won't answer, then my men will ask in their own way,"

After saying those words earlier, Ameng immediately plucked his finger. And immediately Ganjang saw fifteen of his men had been beaten by Ameng's men to battered.

Bugh..!

One kick landed smoothly on the stomach of Ganjang, making the tall man curled up to resist nausea.

"Maybe only in this way will you answer my question,"

Ameng immediately grabbed Ganjang's hair, then slapped his cheeks repeatedly.

Blood started to come out from the corners of the lips as well as the nose of Ganjang. His face is very worried now. However, apparently Ameng did not stop there. He even kicked Ganjang back in the chest until he fell down in the grass.

"Bang too. I didn't know the two young men had anything to do with you. If I knew, I wouldn't dare" Ganjang said grimacing in pain.

"Oh. So, if the two of them had nothing to do with me, then you would have killed them, right?" Ameng stared intently at Ganjang who immediately bowed down not daring to answer.

"You're rubbish. Don't think that I can't destroy you and your two best friends Mokmok and Panjul. If you can't keep up your attitude, then don't blame me if you're doomed. Remember that's fine!"

"Bang too. I will remember your advice" replied Ganjang trembling.

"Back to base!" Said Ameng immediately turned towards his parked car. Meanwhile, Ganjang who saw that Ameng had passed away from this Dojo immediately memapah Rudi who was no less suffering than him.

Some of his battered men also seemed to struggle to get up. They staggeringly walked towards the car to immediately leave the damn place.

I don't know if they can deal with Ameng. In fact, they have been avoided since seventeen years ago.

"Let's son! I'll take you to the hospital. Next time, you don't deal with the two kids anymore" Ganjang told Rudi.

Rudi did not answer. He was still in shock with the incident. All his life, he only knew how to bully others and do what he wanted. No one dared to retaliate, because people would be frightened when they heard his father's name. But who would have thought that this day would come. The day that he and his father were beaten by someone else to death. It was obviously very mental collapse.

After Ganjang also left the Dojo, Dias rushed to help the first brother enter the Dojo with unscathed students helping to get twenty injured students.

No one expected that, for nearly five years this Dojo was established, only this time did anyone dare to make a mess. And no half-hearted, the first brother who was in the fifth level of the black belt also became a victim.

After he finished helping his older brother rest, Diaz did not go home immediately. He looked pondering at the front porch of the Dojo. His mind was clearly muddled for the moment.

He begins to doubt whether he can defeat Namora tomorrow, or even himself will suffer the same fate as the first brother and also Rudi.

The time is urgent. After all, the tournament was no more than twenty-four hours from now.

Diaz repeatedly scratched his head. His brain at the moment really felt dull to think of finding a solution in tomorrow's match.

Slowly, Diaz reached into his pocket, then pulled something out of his pocket.

He continued to pay attention to the few grains of pills wrapped in plastic on top of his palm.

"What can I do. I can only use this doping. If it wasn't me, Namora would be dead. After all, death on the arena was not prosecutable. It would only be considered an accident,"

Diaz put the pill back in his pocket, his intention was already round. He'll wear all that doping in tomorrow's game. However, one thing that was forgotten by Diaz, that the side effects of excessive doping can cause himself to overdose which has an impact on death.

Seriate...