Namoras
Don Mora

The seven-story building which is the headquarters of Martins Group stands majestically in the middle of the city center, the city of Kemuning.

If you notice, on the top balcony, there is a body figure standing upright like a king who observes his territory. It's Namora. No one was controlling the young man.

A kilometer from the big office is the Martins Hotel. On the roof top of the hotel, a man wearing camouflage clothes was lying down with binoculars leading right where Namora was standing. Every now and then the guy would say something using the intercom.

"Lexi. Coming in!" Said the man with a look not separated from his binoculars.

"Rey. How's he doing?"

"Namora is standing there," replied the man named Rey.

"That's what I know. That's not what I'm asking, moron!"

"Damn. I shot you in the head" Rey joked. "Eh Lex's. Maybe there will be someone today who will meet Namora. You don't get too far from the kid. Moreover, he had already made a stir in the business world. I'm worried that a lot of eyes are on him right now,"

"good. You don't have to worry. After all, these were all scenarios created by the great Master Jerry William. In the future, all eyes will be on here. What's more, the Arold Holding company" Alex replied.

"That's another problem. We're not here to take care of their business. Our business is, make sure that Namora, is not in danger. The rest is none of our business!"

"Ok Rey's. Keep watching and tell me. I will use other methods to blend in with the community and always protect Namora's safety!"

"Hopefully succeed!" Rey said aka Black Eagle ended the call.

Meanwhile, still on the top floor of the Martins Group office building, the sound of a phone ringing disperse Namora's daydreams. He immediately pulled out his phone and answered the call.

"Hallo!"

"Young master. It's me, Tonggi!" The caller half-whispered.

"Hmmm. How's he doing?"

"Young master. As you command. At present, not far from the port of Tanjung karang, has been crowded visited by people from the city of stone. Their faces are not foreign. It was the disciples of the new village Dojo," Tonggi replied still in a suppressed voice.

"Good! You step back immediately. My uncle has been coordinating with the Tanjung karang police. They're moving there. Don't get involved and go back to the Martins foundation now!" Namora's orders were firm.

"Okay, young master. I am also waiting for news from three other friends. Maybe there'll be news tonight,"

"Hmmm..!" Namora immediately ended the call. There was a cold look on his face. He immediately turned his back, then left the place where he stood earlier to descend down. "there will be a big event tonight," Namora murmured inwardly.

"Young master. Where are we next?" Ask Mr. Karim as soon as he sees Namora approaching him.

Mr. Karim immediately nodded, then rushed to open the car door for Namora.

After Bentley's car left the Martins Group office parking area, Namora began to ask questions. "What about preparing you to move?"

"It's over, young master. I was very grateful before. Thank you for giving me the facilities. Everything in the house has been moved to a new place. There were over a hundred people helping so it didn't take long to get everything done. Again I say thank you!"

Namora did not answer. He just focused on staring at the road, then ordered Mr. Karim to stop.

Namora immediately got out of the car right in front of a beggar.

From the front door of the car, Namora took out a few pieces of money, then threw them on the ground.

One of the beggars bowed and walked towards the direction where the money had been thrown by Namora, then bowed with great gratitude.

"Thank you.., thank you.., thank you..," said the beggar repeatedly bowing.

"How's your job?" Ask Namora briefly.

"Young master. Everything is as you expected. According to the news I got from one of our men, tonight Jhonroy will move to the headland. It's just that his mood was not good after you had the press conference,"

"Good!"

"Thank you, sir, thank you..!" Once again the beggar-clothed man bowed, then shook Namora's hand. "Young master. In this pendrive, there is evidence of a crime committed by Jhonroy. There is also some evidence of illegal transactions and irregularities that he did. Including disobedience to tax payments. You can use this to threaten him,"

"Hmmm..!" Answer Namora. He immediately took out a packet of bread from the car, then threw it back on the ground that the beggar had directly picked up.

"Where else are we going, young master?" Ask Mr. Karim.

"Go home! I want to see how you live. Maybe I want to sleep there. Can you?" Ask Namora. He wants to sleep at Mr. Karim's house. After all, he was already used to sleeping in a not-so-big house. To him, it was more convenient than having to occupy his father's enormous mansion. He was afraid to live alone in such a big house. Once the house had a ghost.

Fifteen minutes later, driving the sports car as if chased by a ghost, they finally arrived also in the Martins Group staff housing area. Previously, when Tigor was first moved by the late Martin to the city of Kemuning, in this residential area Tigor and his other sisters lived. It was the moment where they had pioneered this Kemuning city.

In the past, about 19 years ago, the city of Kemuning was not this big. There are still many slums and only a few industrial areas. That said, only Martins hotel was a good building at that time. Different from now.

When Tigor rolled up Jordan's power and killed his son, Ronggur, Kemuning was slowly transformed into a big city in the class of Lake Putri. Moreover, Tigor collaborated with R2D MegaTown which was headed by Daniel, Ryan and Riko. From the results of this collaboration, there is a large office of Martins Group, Martins Foundation with twelve-year schools, hospitals, large mosques, and, a large church and other facilities were established using the name Martins in memory of his adoptive father who had lifted him from the trash to a place full of glory. It could be said, Namora is now only reaping the results of his father's hard work. And Namora thinks that she needs to expand her father's business no matter what. If Agro Group's finances get in the way, he will not hesitate to get rid of the family and slaughter them to disappear from the face of the earth.

Threats must be eliminated down to their roots if they do not want them to become a greater threat later on.

Seriate...