The Plan Of Masked Man
The mustache man's daughter

The doctor's departure led the police to approach the troublemaker captives, although only three could be frozen with hot lead on their feet.

"Who told you to!" fawning police officer with a sharp look.

The gaze that was ready to stab his interlocutor, but the three rowdy thugs actually smiled cynically, without the slightest fear of facing the police in front of him. As if not wanting to let the complacency in the eyes of the three self-styled thugs persist, the police officer pulled the gun from the scabbard deftly.

"Say!" order the police officer and put his gun to one rowdy thug in the middle position.

"Do it!" challenge the rowdy thugs in the middle position with a cynical smile.

Doorrrs...

"Aaaarrrgghh." groaned the police officer clutching his chest.

Gunshots were heard but bullets that came out not from the guns of the police, a sniper reliable on top of the tree had aimed at the police and opened fire at the last second. The bullet hit the chest of the police officer and the blood poured out, making the police officers vigilant and protecting the police with their lives.

The opportunity was used by the rowdy thugs to escape, albeit with limp footsteps and a sense of soreness running through the joints. The departure of the police officer captives makes the sniper disappear behind the darkness of the night.

The noise of the motor rang out from within a luxurious mansion, many of the lowered bodyguards saw the figure entering the main courtyard of the luxurious mansion. A woman with a tomboyish appearance carrying a long bag on her back, her footsteps sound heavy because they wear black boots that support outdoor activities.

"Where's papa?" asked the woman by throwing a helmet at the bodyguard beside the left door of the mansion.

"In the non, please come in." replied the bodyguard who caught the helmet and opened the door for his young lady.

"Thanks." -." The woman breezed her legs to enter the mansion that seemed gloomy and dark.

"Pa night, tumben at home?" reprimand the woman when she finds the figure of her father at the dinner table, at the dinner hour that has been missed.

"Sit down!" tell the man with a thick moustache to push the chair beside him, for his daughter to sit with him.

"Say!" hatch the woman without letting go of what's in her carrier.

"Did papa teach you to be disrespectful?" asked the man in a mustache and looked at the princess only with dimmed eyes.

"Will you explain who Asthma is?" ask the woman back with emphasis.

"Just talk to you Icha! Once papa said no! Then papa's answer will be the same." asserted the man in a mustache and left his daughter with anger in her heart.

Icha was born without a mother, but all the facilities are always fulfilled without being asked. The papa is indeed good with giving happiness to the world but every time one name is mentioned, it must make the dark black eyes black without smoke.

Whichever asthma you are, I will definitely find it! Definitely.~ Inner Icha with a blank look through the mirror that is ahead there.

The night changed in the morning, where the luxurious mansion where Icha lived suddenly filled the crowd, the crowd that disturbed the beautiful dreams of Icha.

"Eeeuumm. Why so noisy?" muttered Icha by rubbing her two reluctant eyes open.

Noted: Wolf Party Day

That's what's written on Icha's phone screen, making Icha's eyes reluctant to close again. His footsteps rushed to the bathroom, noted stored since a year ago it was able to make his spirit flared again.

Half an hour later...

"Better just use this! And don't forget the earphones of course." muttered Icha by throwing a towel that covered his body in a careless direction.

After changing into casual clothes, earphones have been attached to both ears and do not forget to turn on his special laptop. Jemari is ready to work, with a glance at the clock that still shows at 8 less than fifteen minutes.

"Three, two, start." said Icha counting down at the last second to 8 a.m.

Tick. tick..

The fingers nimbly pressed one letter to a number and vice versa without pause, until the sound of knocking on the door in front of his room distracted him.

"Bodo is very." Icha cetus and resumed his work after stopping for three seconds.

While outside Icha's room, the female servant was worried about the delay of her young lady. Unlike usual, even angry young lady to the big master must still appreciate the cuisine of the chefs at home.

"Let her take a break, Icha was late last night." The mustachioed man had just walked out of his private room and saw the senior aunt standing in front of his daughter's room with an anxious face.

"Okay sir, excuse me." said aunt and resigned.

"If I were honest, you'd hate me. And I can't be hated by my own daughter." murmured the moustached man staring at his daughter's bedroom door wistfully.