Namoras
Help arrived

Merisda, who was right outside the circle with a man guarding her could feel the small apocalypse that was about to befall her and her two brothers. He could not imagine what he would be like tomorrow when he was brought before John.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the circle, some people had already started to scoop forward with batons held each.

The sound of the bik buk was clearly heard accompanied by a cry of pain. And it seemed to come out of the mouths of the two brothers Arda and Ardi.

Merisda prayed in his heart, may the Lord send His angels to help him and his brothers.

"Come on, don't waste any more time! We need to get these rats done. Didn't you see a wave of red money with the image of President Soekarno? Money has been waiting for us once this job is done!"

"Looks, this is our final day. Bang Arda, all this time I have always denied your words. As a rebellious sister, I ask forgiveness from my sins to you!" Ardi's whisper in the middle of his despair.

"Yes. Brother also apologized to you for being too loud all this time. But, before we die, at least I want to kill one of them to accompany me to the afterlife,"

"Why one? I want a lot!"

Finished saying so, Ardi immediately grasped the knife in his hand tightly, then jumped pouncing towards the crowd.

"Revelation! This man is desperate" shouted one of the besiegers. But late. Because, one in three punctures done by Ardi quickly, can hit the target.

Brugh...!

A tall man's body figure strapped down while covering his chest that was hit by a stab from Ardi.

Seeing his friend collapse, one of them angrily swung the right wooden stick at the back of Ardi's head.

"Argh..," Ardi staggered forward while rubbing the back of his head. When he looked, now his palm had been red with blood.

"I'm killing you!" Shouted Ardi furiously.

Bugh..! Not yet lost the echo of his voice, once again a punch landed on his back.

When Ardi fell, punch after punch immediately perched on his body.

Like hitting a sunbed mattress, the sound made Arda who was not much different, forcing herself to run with the intention to help her sister. But what shit? Just one step, suddenly the wooden stick hit right on his stomach, making him bend down to resist nausea.

Bugh...! Another punch struck the same spot, making fresh blood gush from Arda's mouth.

"Death to you both!" Shouted them furiously. But, as soon as they were about to hit the body parts of the two men on the deadly parts, they suddenly squinted withholding glare from the light of the lights that were deliberately fired towards them.

"Dam. Who else is looking to die?" Maki them with rage.

They then simultaneously squinted, then stared at the light that turned out from a four-wheeled vehicle led by someone riding a motorcycle.

"Young master. Can we interfere?"

The motorcyclist nodded slowly. Then, he immediately got off his motorcycle, then walked calmly towards the crowd.

"Who are you, huh? Don't interfere, or you'll regret it!" Threaten the leader of the mob who attacked Ardi and Arda.

"I don't like to talk much. But, I want your lives to send a message to Jhonroy, that I challenge him to take action against me!"

"Let's die? Good. I will gladly give you death!"

Finished saying so, more than ten men immediately surrounded the young man. However, they had not had time to act, the young man had moved first, then sent a lightning kick. Every kick, one fell. This certainly made the people who were still besieging Arda and Ardi avert their eyes.

"Damn. This guy is not weak!"

As if forgetting Ardi and Arda who were currently resigned to death, they all rushed together towards the young man.

A few more meters they will arrive, the young man immediately gave a warning.

Out of nowhere it came, suddenly from various directions now sprung men dressed in black, then surrounded them.

If this was during the day, then there would be panic on the faces of every one of them. This was because, those who had been a split second to succeed, yet it seemed like this would not be easy. They could not accept such a rapid turn of events.

"Done up!"

As soon as the voice of the young man disappeared, now the people who had appeared from various directions immediately attacked.

The class is clearly different. They're just paid thugs. While the people who just arrived earlier were clearly a group of gangsters who were no strangers to the streets.

That lame battle was over for no more than ten minutes.

Many people were lying on the ground with heavy injuries. If they are cured, the chances for such a condition are very slim. They may still be alive, but they may also be disabled.

The only person still standing from the other side was a man in charge of guarding Merisda. He trembled in fear as the young man who had taken off the helmet he was wearing, walked over to him. The bottom of his pants was already wet with urine.

"You want to survive?"

The man was getting scared. He dropped himself to his knees before the young man.

"Don't. Please don't kill me!"

"Listen to my words! Go home and meet Jhonroy. Tell him that if he and his people dare to cross the border of Tanjung Karang with bad intentions, then he will not be able to return again to the city of L. I'll bury them here!"

"Ba.., okay. Good. I'll pass on your message. But, if she asks me who sent the message, what do I have to answer?" Ask the man still scared.

"Namora Habonaran!"

"good. Thank you for forgiving my life!"

"Go. If on the count of three you don't leave, your head will reach Jhonroy!"

"One..!" Namora started counting. But, before he counted the second, the man had vanished from his sight.

"Zack.., clear it!"

"Okay, young master!" Answer Zack who immediately gave the code to his men.

Quick work was done. And now, the streets are as clean as ever with the dead and still alive, overlapping into one near the bushes of oil palm plantations.

"Miss?!"

Namora turned her face towards the sound. Now, he saw that Merisda was limping in coming towards him.

Namora freezes. He doesn't know what to do. Is he going to help get the girl, or just let it go.

"Thank you, Namora!"

Merisda tried to get close to Namora. Then, he held both cheeks of the young man with both hands. However, what astonished him was, Namora was like a wooden stump that had no expression.

If Namora used to be treated like that, then Namora would be prancing around with pleasure. But that was before. And in front of him was a numb Namora.

Zack, hesitantly approached Namora, then asked. "What should we do with those two people? They're Arda and Ardi,"

"Still alive?"

"Still, young master. They just fainted" Zack replied.

"Forcing them to be aware. The city is not safe for them. Unless Jhonroy dies, then they can go back to the city of Batu,"

"Namorah. Who the hell are you?" Just this time Merisda seemed to realize that Namora who used to be very different from Namora who was in front of him. He was unable to digest the changes in Namora. It was like the heaven and earth of Namora that he knew. What else did he hear that Zack referred to himself as Young Master. Who exactly is Namora.

"I am the son of an inmate, shaped by the atrocities you have committed. What humiliation have I never received? What kind of violence have I not had? You know better without me having to decipher everything, right?" Namora answered Merisda's question while keeping the girl's hand away from her face.

"Mora..!"

"Your gate is awake. Go quickly! Or will it be too late?!"

Namora turned her body, then walked quickly towards her motorcycle.

Shortly after, the sound of the engine roaring followed by the lesion of a motorcycle through the darkness.

Seriate...