SALOKA RESIDENCE
CHAPTRE 013

When the heavy food had come, they all started eating the food greedily and spent everything until there was nothing left.

At times, Kim poured alcohol into each glass, then drank it simultaneously.

Thirty minutes passed, they ate, drank and joked.

“Again, Jack. Didn't you ever enter the final round, during the annual spring literary contest last year? Gosh darn. Why couldn't you rank one back then?” jack started to get drunk.

“Already, Sir. Thats enough. Stop the. You drink too much,”, said Jack, who held Mike down as he continued to talk and began to slur.

“You should have ranked one by then. Too bad. Even so, this genius writer, is now an apprentice in my office. How sad he is. Ouch!”

Mike continues to brag which makes Jack even more emotionally made by him.

“She has tried her best, and struggled to write all her novels. As a good friend, I feel sorry for him.”

“When he was in college, Jack had a vacation for several semesters because he did not have enough money. Even she stayed in her extracurricular room for three months, didn't she Jack?”

Mike's words are getting slurred while pointing at Jack.

“Gosh. I don't know how long it was. Anyway, he's lived there for a whole few months. She keeps working hard to write, and now she lives in a small suburban boarding house.”

“I'm sad and feel so guilty letting my friend like that.”

“Wahh. Really?” kim also started to get drunk.

“Sure,” answered Mike. “Jack, forget about writing and make a lot of money. Everything's rotten. There is no such thing as art. That shit is all.”

“People closest to you will stay away, if you keep doing that. I even had a drink with some other artists like.”.

Jack began to be made emotional by the words of Mike who began to slur. Jack desperately wanted to punch Mike in the face at the spot, but he was patient to hold it in.

“Sial! He makes me even more sick,” muttered Jack inwardly.

Mike stood up and approached Jack. Patting his shoulders.

“Stop, Jack. You should stop. The field of literature is already very rotten and lagging behind today. You don't have to be in touch with them anymore. I can give you more money, if you work hard.”

“Already. Stop, Sir. You drink too much,” said Kim who told Mike to return to his seat. “You made Jack feel uncomfortable.”

“Wahh. Why my eyes? Everything looks blurry.” Mike staggered back into his seat.

“Good. Let's move places to start round two.”

“Jeez, Sir. We have to work tomorrow. Let's go from here,” said Nick who invites Mike to go home soon, because his condition is already stalled.

“Usually you're very strong, but why are you so stoned like this now, sir?” said Kim who also moved from his seat.

“No. I'm not drunk. Who's drunk? I even still drink 3 bottles of vodka again,” said Mike with eyes that began to redden.

“Good. I'll go first. I'll accompany the CEO to his house.”

Now only, Jack, Kim and Winson who also went out of the restaurant.

In front of restaurant, “Be careful on the road, Sir!” Kim waves his hand at Nick who is carrying the car with Mike.

“Wah. Looks like you're not drunk, Jack. How about we continue drinking again?” Kim took Jack.

“Good. Let's do it,” said Winson quickly.

He didn't want to miss that opportunity. Drinking with Kim, the woman he likes secretly.

“I'm sorry, guys, but I can't. I have to go home due to lack of sleep,” Jack said.

“Wah. Really? Too bad, Jack. Though I want to treat you,” said Kim listlessly.

“Yes. Maybe we can do it another time, Kak.”

“Hmm. Then I'll go home too. Where are you staying, Jack?” ask Kim.

“Di SALOKA RESIDENT.”

“Wah. That's pretty far from my place. All right, I'll go home alone. See you, Jack, Mr. Winson. The drug! See you tomorrow.”

Kim waved his hand, then left behind Jack and Winson. Winson was very upset that Kim ignored him.

She was very hopeful that Kim would drink with her again that night.

“Excuse me, Sir! I'm going home too. Good night,” Jack said to Winson who daydreamed of seeing Kim walk away.

“Ya,” Jack stopped turning his body. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“I just want to give you advice. Don't be too proud of your closeness to the CEO, do you understand?” said Winson with a pitter.

“Hhh. What do you mean, sir? I don't understand.”

“Common, don't boast in front of me, Motherfucker!” said Winson in a high tone.

Winson walked away from Jack.

“Gosh. Why the Wild Pig? He has a very bad temper. Damnit damnit! Alright. I have to be patient,” murmured Jack himself.

Jack clenched his hand, hitting his motorcycle seat, hoping to hold back his lost patience.

***

The SALOKA RESIDENT. The Autis was in a satanic ritual room by herself, .and saw Wick, still tied to his coffin, unconscious.

The Autist was playing with his toy gun. Occasionally pointing it at Wick, as if to shoot him.

He waved his hand in front of Wick's face, but did not get any response, because Wick was unconscious.

The Autist just giggled, then left Wick.

Wick opened his eyes. Turns out Wick was just pretending to be unconscious and waiting for the Autistic to go.

The big duct tape that tied Wick's hand had started to tear. Wick used the opportunity to remove his hand from the chair.

Both of Wick's hands have been untied. Wick opened the cloth that had gagged his mouth, then removed the rope that tied his body and legs.

After removing all ties, Wick picked up a cell phone, then called an acquaintance who was in the police force.

“Halo. Who is it” greet friends Wick.

“Halo, Detective. It's me, Wick. There are some crazy people who want to kill me. Help me!”

“Hey, where are you?”

*TUUU!!!!

The phone connection was cut off due to lack of signal in that place.

“Sial!” Wick slammed his phone.

Wick looked around. Looking for weapons to use. Niente. There were no guns or anything in the room. His room was also locked.

Repeatedly Wick tried to break down, but, his efforts were in vain. Although Wick's body was very large, but, he was unable to break down the door of the room.

From outside the room came the sound of footsteps approaching the room.

Wick immediately hid behind the door and BUKK!!!!!!

One punch was given to the Autist, who was about to go inside. The Autist fell and fell down in pain.

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Many times Wick kicked and trampled on the frail body of the Autist.

“Death to you, Child ******!”

Seeing that the Autist was already helpless, Wick used the opportunity to run away.

With her side legs slightly limping, she kept trying to run through the passageway.

Right at the intersection of the stairs, he again met Han, who was about to climb the stairs.

Han smiled slightly, then asked. “Where are you going, Uncle?”

Wick stepped back. Frightened to see Han smiling like a psychopath.

An iron ball was removed from Han's pocket, then floated it right over Wick's head.

Wick fell down with blood pouring out of his head.

It's been revealed that Han is a ‘DIA’ referred to by Roy when talking to his twin.

It seems like they are all conspiring to commit all crimes instead of giving that offering.