Namoras
Murderer

The words from Sensei inevitably made Jhonroy smile mockingly. To him, he already knew Namora's ability.

"It seems like this old man is not reflecting from experience," he said inwardly. He assumed, if indeed his best student was able to defeat Namora, why not just yesterday Namora was destroyed? Why wait until the game day? What patience does his best student have when he sees other students being harmed by Namora, he is patient waiting for tomorrow. It really doesn't make any sense. Not to mention the madness of Namora slaughtering her men near the Slum Gang, that alone already proved just how this bastard Namora was.

Jhonroy lifted the tea cup made of white jade, sipped the tea inside, then smiled and asked. "What confidence does Sensei have? What if it doesn't happen?"

Sensei was stunned for a moment, it was unexpected that this question would be thrown by Jhonroy.

Seeing the master teacher speechless, Jhonroy was even more daring to go after the Master with his words full of provocation.

"Sensei's. Looks like you're not reflecting on yesterday's events. There are a lot of your students who are injured. Then, your oldest disciple even lay helpless. Wasn't that the child in the photo? I misjudged you. I was thinking I could get you to work together to get rid of the kid. But nevermind. Looks like I'll have to find another way,"

Finished saying that, Jhonroy also intended to rise and leave the special room. However, his steps came to a halt when Sensei asked him to wait for a moment.

"Great Lord Jhonroy. I don't understand what you mean. Can you tell me why you want this kid so bad?"

Jhonroy sat down again before the great master, then told him all that had happened, and the loss he had suffered by the actions of Namora.

Hearing the words from Jhonroy, the Sensei nods his head indicating that he has understood the problem.

"Indeed. I have a second way to avenge Namora's savagery. If my best disciple fails, then I will continue in the second way. Since it was impossible for me to intervene immediately given my identity, then I asked my acquaintance from Japan to enter this country and finish the child. If Mr. Jhonroy is interested, you can help me to ease the cost when I bring in this hit man. He's been here since this morning. How's it?" Ask Sensei who wants to know the response from Jhonroy.

"Sensal.., Sensei. Money is not a problem for me. Alright. I will cover all costs and fees, no matter what. In fact, if it works, I'll give you a bonus. Now, you can get me to meet that hit man!"

"All right, great Lord Jhonroy!" Sensei said that. Then, he clapped three times, then took his cup, and began to drink his tea.

A few moments later, the sound of the walls in the room rattling, then shifted to the side so as to reveal one room to another.

Jhonroy was a little surprised. He did not expect that there was a secret room in the special room.

In the doorway that had been shifted earlier, a man of short stature, dressed in Kendo clothes was walking over to them. On his waist looks a long katana, then a short-sized knife with a handle or scabbard black.

As soon as the man arrived before Sensei, he bowed respectfully, then spoke in Japanese.

"Takimura thats. This is Mr. Jhonroy. He's the one who's gonna pay you. Now, you just have to follow him. Do your job until you're done, then leave the country and go back to Japan!"

"Mr Jhonroy, Takimura is not able to speak Indonesian at all. Maybe it will be troublesome for you to find a translator" Sensei told Jhonroy.

"Haha. You just calm down. I have a son who can speak several languages. As business people, we also often deal with foreigners. It would be troublesome if we didn't speak just a few languages" replied Jhonroy with a playful smile. Afterwards, Jhonroy picks up his cell phone, then calls Teja to prepare an absorption event for Namora's entourage to return to the town of Batu.

*********

The Lotus hill villa.

A well-built, slightly dark-skinned man had just escorted two of his friends who were about to leave.

After he confirmed that the two men had passed the checkpoint, he entered his Volkswagen car, then immediately left the international airport.

A few minutes later, the Volkswagen driven by the man in black had arrived at the enormous Villa, which stood on top of a hilltop.

Arriving at the back of the Villa, the man parked his car, then walked towards the left wing of the building. He seems to be in a hurry.

"Big master. Your orders have been carried out. Right now, Black Shadow and Black Eagle had already passed the examination. It is likely that, in no more than 30 minutes, the two men will leave soon, and reckoned that they will be until at least 10am local country time" the black man reported, bowing respectfully.

A middle-aged man who was sitting accompanied by several old men and who was the same age as him nodded faintly, then flicked his hands to the newly arrived man, saying. "Good Black. Now complete your task and wait for my call!"

"Receive the order," replied the man who turned out to be Black as he turned his body, then walked away from the left wing room in the luxurious Villa building.

"Jerry. What's your plan? Have you sent our men? Where, then why?" An old man asked the man who turned out to be Jerry William. While another man who is also old is about 60 years old, just listen.

Getting a question from the old man earlier, Jerry William just smiled. Then began his words to explain the plan that he had been compiling.

"Master Sham, and also Father-in-law. We know that Tigor is currently in prison. He has contacted me for help to protect his son from enemy interference. I agreed to it because after all, Tigor was also my best friend. I consider him the same position as Daniel, Riko, Ryan, Arslan and Herey. So, when he's not in place, I also have to protect his family" Jerry replied as he was.

The two old men frowned. He did not ask for this answer, as it felt very unreasonable. For him, there was no way Jerry would send people from Tiger Sham if the target was not a big target. If only for hunting rabbits, why use a boom?

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