Namoras
Namora's rampage at the market Saturday

"don't be rude so bang same old man!" Said the young man who was none other than Namora to that market thug. His voice was flat, expressionless and his gaze seemed blank.

"Heh little boy. Don't interfere with you. Let go of my hands!" Said the man angry. Then he pulled his hand forcefully. Butwhat? Namora's clutches were like iron clasps that were difficult to remove.

"I told. Don't be so rude to old people!" Once again Namora said the same word.

"Who are you? Don't you know who we are, huh?" The guy's friend asked.

"I? Who me? I am the one who will make the same calculations as you," Namora said, still not letting go of the man's hand.

"Little sister. Do not interfere in our affairs. The last time anyone interfered, but up until now the person was still unconscious in the hospital," said the man trying to scare Namora.

"I was lazy to repeat the words" the colder Namora's tone of voice.

"Baj*ngan this child. Don't know who we are yet? We are the people of Dragon Empire. You must be dead today" said the man, starting to rile. He began to take a stand to attack. It's just, it looks like Namora has preceded.

Namora's blood instantly boiled as soon as they called out the name of the Dragon Empire. To him, they had insulted the Dragon Empire's big name by oppressing the street vendors. What else is an old man. That way, Namora immediately sent a kick that directly hit the boy friend whose hand was held by Namora, then punched the stomach of the man whose hand he was holding earlier.

Plaque...!

Bugh...

"That's...!"

Bugh..!

"Agh...!"

The man was sent flying with Namora's kick until he hit a stall across the street. While the other vomited blood as a result of receiving two fists from Namora that hit his stomach and chest.

"Dragon Empire you say?"

Namora walked towards the man who hit the stall earlier, then grabbed the man's hair.

Plaque...!

Plaque...!

Plaque..!

Slap after slap hit the man's cheek causing three or four of his teeth to be dislodged.

"You insulted the name of the Dragon Empire organization by oppressing small merchants. Dragon Empire isn't playing in a small market like this,"

Namora picked up a watermelon that weighed almost five kilograms, then smashed it into the man's head until the watermelon broke apart followed by the man's howl.

Because he was lying on the road, making a clash of watermelon that resulted in his head pressed on the hard ground to bleed. But it is difficult to distinguish blood red because the contents of the watermelon are also red.

On the other hand, the man who coughed up blood from Namora's fist immediately stood up straight. He pointed towards Namora, then threatened. "Youwait. I'll call my friends. You won't be able to leave this place!" He said while running away.

"Son. Thank you for helping my mom. But they are very dangerous. There have been many victims from their group. You better run before they come with the guys!" The vegetable seller's mother warned. It was clear on his face that he was terrified.

Namora did not answer. Instead, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Hallo Mora's. Where are you now?" Ask one voice across there when the call Namora made was connected.

"Uncle Ameng. I'm at the market Saturday. There's a little problem. There were some sneaks claiming to be members of the Dragon Empire and blackmailing the merchants. Two of them got their share. But there's still a lot to come,"

Namora ended the call, then put the phone back in her pocket, then took out a few pieces of money to pay for the damage from the fight.

"You. Follow me!" Namora said as she grabbed the half-fainted man's hair and dragged him out of the market. While Mr. Karim stayed to entertain the mother whose merchandise had been destroyed.

Outside the market area, Namora stood firmly waiting for the arrival of those on behalf of Dragon Empire for personal gain. In his hands, there was still a dying man sitting on the ground.

Everyone who came in and out of the market just looked at Namora, then turned to the dying man. They clearly knew the man. There was a satisfied smile adorning everyone's lips as soon as they knew the dying man turned out to be one of those people who liked to make troublemakers in the market.

Over fifteen minutes, a group of people came towards Namora led by a man whose stomach and chest were punched by Namora.

The man was very excited as he pointed towards Namora. But Namora was only indifferent to the people who were about fifty meters away from her. In fact, he grew furious, then kicked the rib of the dying man earlier.

"You see! That's your reinforcements have arrived" Namora said. But the man was unable to answer. He could only grimace in pain.

"That's her bang. It was the man who beat us up" said the man excitedly. He wanted to pump those people up to teach Namora. After all, Namora's fist must be avenged.

"This is the guy?" Ask the man who seems to be the leader of them.

"Betul bang. He was the one who beat us up" replied the man.

Plaque!

"Basic trash. Facing a child alone you're not a dick. Just eat strong. Shit!" Said the man while slapping the head of the man who was punched by Namora earlier.

"He bang. Very strong,"

"Shut up!" The leader nodded. While the man could only be silent after being yelled at.

"Hey young man. What's yourname?" Ask the leader arrogantly.

"You don't deserve to know my name" replied Namora cynically.

"Hmmm. Arrogant carcass candidate. I just want to know your name so I can write it down on your tombstone later,"

"Your brain may have been kicked by a donkey. Didn't you hear that I said, you don't deserve to know my name. But I will tell you that you have made a huge mistake by selling the Dragon Empire name for your benefit. Tell me what punishment is appropriate for a dog like you?!" Namora grew cynical and stared intently at the man who led the group.

"Damn. Hey little boy. You're looking for the dead,"

"I'm looking for death? You're the one who's gonna die. But it's too good. I will give you punishment and it will be very painful. That's the result of selling the organization's name,"

"Huh. Cut this shit. Kids.., attack him!" The man's orders were soon followed by his men. They immediately surrounded Namora, then got ready to carry out a gnawing attack. But, not a few steps they moved, from the direction of the city of Kemuning came dozens of cars that immediately stopped right beside them.

The arrival of the car was spontaneous to make them stop the action, then look towards the license plate number in the newly arrived car.

As soon as he saw the license plate number, some people were immediately frightened and took a few steps back. They know whose car it is. And that is someone who cannot be disturbed.

"You're done!" Ejek Namora with a provocative voice.

Dozens of men dressed in all black got out of the car, then half ran to open the door for BMW 7 series cars. Then, came out a middle-aged man wearing an office coat stellan. In his hand, the man who had just got out of the car was tucked into a cigar that was smoking.

"You are too brave" said the man filled with dignity. It looked very intimidating, although the man who had just stepped down from his car was as calm as the water in the pool, but his aura was very infinite and was able to subdue people who felt oppressed.

Seriate...