Namoras
Arrive at the Fighter Club's Hall'

The Hall of Fighter Club's'

Dozens of units of cars, some of which are Van type cars, appear to be parked not necessarily in the direction right in front of a building known as a gambling house that legalizes various types of gambling in this stone city.

From inside the car, it looks out dozens, even hundreds of sturdy men. But, it seemed that no one was intending to enter the building, but rather, it was like waiting. No one knows who they are waiting for.

At that time, in just a matter of minutes, one unit of black BMW car glided slowly then cut the current to find a shortcut and immediately turned towards the same building where dozens of cars were parked.

At this time, the car stopped right in the middle which directly blocked the road in front of the building earlier. Some people who recognize who the owner of this car immediately rushed to the car, then opened the door.

As soon as a middle-aged man with a cigar in his hand came out, some people immediately saluted. "Bang Ameng?!"

"Hmmm..." Ameng grunted quietly. After that, he circled the car, then opened the door for Namora.

Looking at Ameng who had instantly acted to open the door for a very young young young man, everyone's eyes stared unblinkingly. This was because, they knew who Ameng was, and what influence he had in some cities. So, you can imagine what the background of the young man would be like if until Ameng himself took the initiative to open the car door for him.

"Bang.., this?" They wanted to know why Ameng respected the young man so much. Since they did not actually know Namora, it was clear that they were all astonished.

"Thank you, Uncle. But, what are these people for?" Namora became a little surprised. He just wants to make business with Willi. But he did not know that Ameng would call so many members just to face one skinny person like Willi.

"Namorah. You don't know what this black world looks like. The ability to fight is necessary. But maintaining prestige and prestige is also important. In front of humans, muscle strength alone is not enough. Strong elephants also fall if they have faced humans who have a thousand ways. Before you hit someone, all you need to hit is his mentality and fighting spirit. If the spirit collapses, then it will be easier to paralyze the person," Ameng gave an explanation to Namora, because indeed this Namora is completely unaware in this black world is very cruel. There was intrigue, eating each other, and full of upheaval to seize the area and the expansion of power. If you're weak, your position is no better than a doormat.

"Don't show me any weakness, or you'll be crushed!"

Namora nodded her head, then asked. "Uncle, is that Willi here?"

"If I've sent my men to track down the target's whereabouts, there's rarely anyone who can escape,"

Once again Namora was amazed by Ameng.

"Uncle. Be a good spectator. I just wanted to relax my muscles, "Namora immediately headed towards the door of the Fighter Club's Hall building which currently seemed to be guarded by four men who were also heavily built.

After Namora left, the man who asked earlier once again asked about who this Namora was to Ameng.

"Didn't you notice the boy's face was similar to who's?" Instead of answering, Ameng asked back.

"I just want to make sure. Because, I've seen that kid's face look a lot like our big brother's face,"

"You know that, right? And so, from now on, he is your young master,"

"So..?" The man does not believe that Namora is the son of Tigor. Now he turned his gaze towards Namora who had been walking towards the door. However, just as he turned his face away, one loud voice accompanied by the roaring of one voice echoed right in front of there.

All eyes were now staring in the direction where Namora was standing. Meanwhile, in front of him were two men who looked like they were dying curled up.

"I asked in a good way. But you answered my question in a very rude way. Now again I ask, where's Willi?"

The two bodyguards left in front of the door seemed to be unable to master his shock any time soon. How could a very young boy be able to knock him down his fellow man in two moves. One movement can bring down a person with a high posture. Isn't this so fucking bad. Moreover, the expression on the child's face was very flat as if his face was like an expressionless corpse.

Not getting an answer, Namora glanced towards the big barrel, perhaps a dumpster. Then he lifted the barrel, then threw it towards the man closest to him.

"I asked. Why not answer?"

After being satisfied with the yelling, the guard man immediately stepped towards Namora. The intention is, to pull Namora's collar. Only, he did not expect that he had made a mistake.

Namora is not someone who likes to be bullied. He was already full of eating snapping people every day. He doesn't want to be bullied anymore.

Deftly, Namora clutched tightly onto the man's hand, then sent a proper kick towards the man's left rib.

The crew..!

Clearly the man's bone was broken accompanied by his figure that continued to collapse.

Perhaps because it was too painful, to the point that the man was shouting while rolling up to the fifth leg.

"You?!" The remaining one could not hold back the anger. He immediately took out a rattan stick and wanted to smash the rattan cane along the three adult jengkal towards Namora.

Namora did not shy away. But suddenly the stick in the man's hand immediately fell down. Now that he was looking from the front, hundreds of people stepped towards the entrance of the Fighter Club's Hall'. And he clearly knew that the front man was Ameng.

"How dare you intend to attack our young master?" Ameng threw his cigar butts towards the man's face.

"Bang Ameng's... Forgive me. What's my fault bang?"

"Your fault is, why didn't you answer our master's question? Is it because you look too one eye at him?" Ameng's gaze was really intimidating.

The man was shaking all over his body. A very distinctive scented warm liquid flowed from between his thighs. Obviously this guy's wetting his pants.

"Bang too! Mr. Willi was inside," the guard man immediately knelt down expecting forgiveness.

"You guard the entrance. Dare to run away, I kill you!" Ameng Threat.

"I don't dare to bang. Not daring," the man immediately nodded with two of his hands clenched in front of his chest.

Seeing that there was no point in threatening the guard continuously, Namora immediately stepped towards the main hall inside the building. Now, he immediately pulled out his phone to contact someone.

As soon as the call was connected, there was a hasty sound from across there.

"Young master. Is there anything I need to do?"

"Zacks. Are the two men I left with still with you?"

"still. Is the young master going to order me to kill him?"

"Don't! The four of you came to the Fighter Club's Hall of Batu city. Bring those two guys!"

"Okay, young master!"

After he finished making the phone call, Namora immediately stared at Ameng.

"Road!" Said Ameng leading in front towards the stairs that will lead them to the basement where there is a free fighting arena.

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