NOT ME
PUNISHMENT FOR CLARA

While getting into the car, Geby is greeted with Diego's flat face.

“Where else are we going, sir?” geby asked nervously.

“Go home!”

“Ke home?” geby's body trembled.

Without an answer, Diego simply stared coldly at the man next to him.

Geby gulps and drives the car to Diego's palace.

The sports car Diego and Geby were riding fast on the crowded streets. Arriving at a deserted place, it was seen a group of people holding sharp objects blocking their way.

“Tuan .. It looks like they're France's man,”

“Hmmm .. just crash!” tell Diego with a relaxed face.

Geby widens eyes. “But sir, our road is blocked by their motor as well,”

“This is your driving ability only?”

Diego looked ahead. “We only have two options. Facing them or running away. And I love a challenge!” a wicked smile was seen on his face.

Geby just sighed deeply. “Good sir,”

Although always appearing relaxed, Geby has reliable martial skills.

“What do you bring?” ask Diego while folding his sleeves.

“Only MK23 sir,”

“That's enough!” he said he then pulled out the revolver from behind his suit.

The two men got out of the car. There was no attack at all. Their firearms were well hidden.

“Do not block my way,” Diego said as he leaned against the front of the car.

A thug who looked like their leader, broke up then followed the others.

“Look ... a bunch of 4njing are roaring!” geby's lips.

Instantly the laughter disappeared. The faces of the man turned red and terrifying. However, it did not bother Diego and Geby at all.

“Let us go, if you guys still want to live!” Diego folded his hands on his chest.

“Cuihhh .. don't be pretentious! Go ahead if you dare!” the leader ran towards Diego while swinging the concrete in his right hand.

It's not new for Diego to deal with a situation like this. Nimbly he dodged and kicked back the nape of the enemy.

“Strike!” say those thugs.

Diego and Geby looked at each other and smiled cunningly. Their hand movements were so fast while picking up the firearms tucked into their bodies.

Within seconds, 5 victims fell by Diego's hand. Geby got rid of 7 people.

Seeing their friend's corpse lying just like that, made the thugs afraid. Instantly they backed off and left in their own vehicles.

Diego just shook his head and shook his coat.

“It turns out this is only the ability of France's men?” geby asked as they got back into the car.

“It looks like they have nothing to do with France,” Diego replied calmly.

“Then?” Geby returned to drive the car.

“They're just powerful goons here. I know exactly what Thomas and France's men are capable of,”

Geby nodded. Even France's men can't look like thugs.

Not much different. Diego's bodyguards also came from the fired state soldiers. Some of them were even professional bomb designers and tanners.

So, it is certain that they are worthy opponents.

***

A room measuring 4 × 4 meters, white walls and decorated with many snakes, is now a prison for Clara.

30 Minutes ago, he was locked up. The girl suffered greatly. Surprisingly, he could not even faint.

2 Pythons had wrapped around his body. Clara's breath was piqued. The more he moved, the snake further strengthened its girth. Just like Lucia, Clara was very afraid of snakes.

The girl could only cry without a sound. Although it was wrapped around quite strongly, it did not crush his bones at all.

When choosing the door, the door is open. Clara opened her eyes and hoped that this time it would be her father.

Too bad. The man who appeared in front of her was Bram. A wicked smile was thrown at Clara.

Bram approached and half crouched down in front of Clara. When their eyes met, Bram laughed but with an expression like 1blis.

“Clara!” said gently.

The girl could not answer. Because his neck has been wrapped around too.

“Do you know who I am?”

Clara tried to shake.

“I am the guy you worked for at the Mall a few months ago,”

Clara widens her eyes. The girl just remembered Bram's face.

“You are afraid of snakes?” ask Bram while smiling slyly.

Bram stood up and took a cobra from his cage and laid it slowly on Clara's thigh. The girl rebelled, causing the coils of the python to get stronger.

“That time ... we caught the wrong person,” Bram started explaining.

“The first punishment is not to be fed. And the punishment in this room is the fourth,” he said while passing in front of Clara.

“The difference is very far, right? I mean, if your first sentence is comparable to your fourth, then surely your fourth sentence is hell!” Bram widens eyes.

His breath hunts when he remembers April's grisly death.

“Yahmu ... is a ..’ has not finished that sentence, Bram's phone rings.

“If anything happens to my daughter, you will I kill!” assertive France from across the call.

Bram was satisfied. “You want to see your daughter's condition?”

“Bram!”

The man broke down again and turned off the call. He still smiled knots then took a picture of Clara at the time and sent her to France.

On the second call from France, Bram instantly deactivated his phone.

“Defend only. You have 20 minutes left in this room.” Bram brought his face closer and stroked Clara's hair and left.

After leaving the room, Bram felt something was wrong with all of this. How could the faces of Clara and Lucia make no difference at all?

The only difference they have on their faces is a mole. At the top of Clara's right eyebrow was a small mole. Lucia does not exist.

Bram rubbed his chin while thinking. “Even me and brother Diego still have differences,”

“What not-don't ...,” squinting.

“Maybe I better ask doctor Johan,”