Namoras
Semifinals

Teja raised her shoulders. He did not want to linger in that place anymore. The mission has been accomplished. To him this time was, Teja had nicknamed the wasp's nest.

He immediately bowed respectfully before Jhonroy, then turned around to leave the hall where the meeting was. And not long after his figure disappeared, the sound of the roar of the engine was heard followed by a car that left the courtyard of the mansion.

After the death of Angga, the situation that had been tense gradually improved.

In the absence of Angga, Teja bis freely expressed his opinion to Jhonroy. And once established, then tonight Teja will move with hundreds of his people to intercept the return of Namora from Dolok Ginjang to Batu city.

"Bejo.., get your people ready! We'll intercept them at the corner of Pitu. I don't want it all to be late. Do it quickly and quietly!" Teja's orders to Bejo.

Bejo grinned at getting this order. This was an opportunity for him to avenge the deaths of more than twenty of his men at the Slum alley border.

While respecting, Bejo immediately received the order, then left the room along with the people who were beside him.

Now Jhonroy and Teja were in the room. Both the son and the father were busy discussing everything they had to do.

"Table. Do you think Angga's words were true?" Jhonroy asked his eldest son.

"Which words, Dad? I'm not interested in the words he said. That bastard is just good at talking. He felt smart, but his brain was no better than that of a donkey,"

"Essst! Your heart is filled with anger. You have to learn everything, even from the enemy. Because, when you know the way your enemies look, then your capital to find their weaknesses will be very easy to get. A wise man will listen to everything that is said by others. At the very least, we can know and sort through whether there is something useful that can be obtained, or vice versa,"

Teja is embarrassed at this time. He couldn't possibly win arguing with Jhonroy like he did with Angga earlier.

While slightly venturing to look at his father, he then asked, "Dad. I was less listening. Please tell me, which part did you think was true from Angga's words?!"

"Angga said, that we can take advantage of people who don't like Namora. If we can use someone else's hands, why not just use them. We can facilitate them, reward them. We are also not short of money. Thus, we can reduce the possibility of greater risk. Angga also said that we can throw stones to hide our hands. Is your brain capable of digesting my words just now?"

"So, what's dad's next move?" Tanya Teja who resigned with whatever the decision of her father.

"It looks like we need to move fast. You call Panjul and his friends! Tell them that the great Jhonroy wants to cooperate with them in the fight against the power of Tigor. After all, they were like motherless chicks after Jordan and Birong were killed, as well as Marven who was still behind the iron trellis. As for me, I will go to the new village to meet the professor at the karate school in the village. Let's see what we can get out of this. Leave immediately and don't deactivate your phone!"

"Good, Dad!" The word Teja according. Then, each of the father and son left the room and moved towards the opposite place.

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Djolok

As Bejo told Jhonroy earlier, Namora has really entered the semifinals in this edition of the pencak silat championship.

Now, of the sixty-four participants, conical into thirty-two. Then it was reduced again to sixteen, then again reduced to eight, and now there are only four participants left. And it looks like the semifinals will be held soon after they are given an hour of rest.

Namora was currently sitting while being fanned by Jol.

Jol who looks like a coach who pocketed a pro license seemed to enjoy the moment. He unceasingly gave instructions to Namora from the edge of the ring when the last eight took place.

Never before has the annual tournament held by schools across the province given off an aura of MMA class combat. And Jol managed to evoke the atmosphere of the match because of his actions so that the tension between the participants increased at maximum temperature.

Ting.., ting.., ting..!

"Restay time is over. To the four finalists, it is expected to get ready to climb the arena to both witness the results of the Drawing which will be carried out by the jury!"

As soon as the sound of the bell rang followed by the voice of the organizing committee, Be it Diaz, Namora and the other two remaining participants, immediately stood up and then walked towards the middle of the stage.

After conducting a lottery where the names Namora and Diaz are randomized separately, now each of them has found their respective opponents.

The nine-man jury now formed two squads and began focusing their assessment on two arenas that would be used for participants to contest for tickets to the final.

Now, both Diaz and Namora have entered the arena and faced their respective opponents.

Diaz looked towards Namora. He did not listen to the words of the referee who led the game. This made his opponent feel unappreciated.

Namora noticed the fierce gaze of Diaz. But he doesn't care. He wanted to see what Diaz would do in a fight that would take place in a moment. To him, he had already measured the opponent's abilities. But he still listened to the words of Jol to play with his opponent. Because, to Jol, it was a pleasure in itself and could comfort his heart.

Namora has absolutely no objection to Jol's request. To him, Jol's words had a point as well. In addition to winning, of course, the audience also wants entertainment. For what a short win if the audience is not entertained.

"Remember, Namora! You're not Mike Tyson who can win a game in seconds. You are Namora. I'd rather you play cat-light and a little funny scene!" Jol's message was before Namora went on stage.

Jol said such a thing as well not without reason. He wanted to convey an implied message to Diaz that he was next.

He wants to convey that Namora can play herself as she wishes. And this could ruin Diaz's psychology of wanting to harm Namora in the first place.

Namora doesn't understand. He knew clearly that the more disturbed Diaz was, the more the child would be reckless with his intention to use doping. Hence why Namora followed the instructions of Jol. Not because Jol is a pro, but the goal of the act will be to win the game, even killing Diaz without touching.

Seriate...