The Strongest Woman in the World of Novels
Uncle Ken

After all the men wearing black clothes left, some people started paying and left the store immediately. They were still terrified after the incident. The waiters at the store started to clean up the mess and there were also those who contacted the store manager.

With the exception of Elle, still not budging on the spot. His back was leaning lazily against the wall next to the toilet room. His eyes were fixed on the harmonica that was being flipped back and forth by elle's right hand. One other hand he kept in a nail, seemed to be weighing should go into the room or just leave.

A few seconds later, Elle's footsteps would move away. But there was a faint sound from inside the room, it seemed like he heard someone calling out to miss.

"Miss."

Elle saw a man in his 30s wearing a doctor's suit come out of the room. His height seemed almost the same as andreas, his face has a local characteristic of redbird country residents. Her hair wasn't neatly combed, but elle judged it like before coming out her hair was smoothed by the hands. His skin was white, whiter than most men like the skin of someone who had rarely been out of the house for many years. There were things that disturbed the view of elle, under his eyes there was a swollen brown sac, which was very striking with the color of his skin.

Elle, already knew the man in front of him was spending more time to stay up late.

"Hm... Missus.."

He hesitated whether he should say hello and thank the lady in front of him. Or leave it alone as a stranger who has never been in contact. Indeed, he did not know the young woman in front of him, but with the incident earlier...

"Miss, hm ". The man scratched his head hesitantly.

"Pulling pebbles in the middle of the road and hiding." Elle who understood the doubts of her interlocutor, nodded frankly to end the conversation. That way elle will soon return to the mansion.

The young man was dumbfounded. He thought this young lady did not notice him when she dropped a stone near the toilet room door. Because when she stepped from the opposite direction, this lady did not take a single glance. What he believed meant was that he was not caught by anyone upon entering the room. As for why the stone was so near the lady because she accidentally kicked it when she was about to open the door. He was in such a hurry, that the stone he was supposed to step on even he kicked the young woman closer.

"Wait, miss."

Elle stopped, turned her back towards the man.

"Miss, you already know it's me ?. " Tell the man with shame. His tone was unclear, whether it was a questioning tone or stating a statement.

Elle just nodded.

"Hehe... lady do you know who I am? "

"The man who wears a thick beard and dark green clothes."

"..."

The man smiled stiffly.

"Miss, thank you for not leaking my hideout. Are you free tonight ? I'll invite you to a meal."

He was sure that his different looks would not be easily found by those people. So that he can wander around quietly. At least for the next 2 or 3 days.

"No." Reject elle firmly.

"Miss don't be shy. I'm not really a poor person, it's just that I have a little problem with these people. But don't worry, with my appearance now it won't be easy to find by them. I also won't involve you with problems. I just want to return the favor."

He said with confidence. The man felt this young woman might find him troubled and poor, so he refused to be treated to dinner. Or this young woman is afraid of getting into trouble.

"I've had dinner." Elle explained lazily.

"Miss, I don't want to owe anyone anything. Can I request your contact information? "

Elle pondered for a few seconds, though,

"Add a friend, don't send money."

The young man was astonished once again, how could this miss know her way of mind ? It's amazing, it looks like this lady is still a teenager maybe in high school. It is rare to find such a critical teenager. Especially not wanting money.

"Fine miss then let's add a friend." The guy gave her QR code on Elle.

"Miss, I hope I can also pay for the price of that harmonica." The young man saw elle clutching the harmonica, immediately he offered to pay for it.

"Yes." Yeah." Elle did not refuse this time.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief. It was fortunate that this young lady did not reject him anymore, or else he would really feel uneasy. For a person like himself who did not like being indebted to others let alone this about his own life, he would treat him with respect. Although the woman in front of him was very young, it did not deter him from returning the favor.

"Let's go to the cashier."

Elle did not reply, just following from behind.

After men pay for one small musical instrument. They were now in front of the shop, looking at the scenery on the left and right, there was nothing untrammeled. All the waiters and shopkeepers looked disheveled, there were some policemen chatting with some shop owners. There were also those who chatted with the shopkeeper. Communities are secured to return to their homes. The only thing that was most beneficial was that there were no casualties at all. Other than the messy shop items, the rest nobody injured anyone.

The man looked around, he grimaced with concern. But it's not his fault either, he's just a victim seeking refuge. In this case is he also at a disadvantage ?

"Hm... Miss, what's your name? "

"Beller."

"Miss bellerie, can I call you elle ?"

Elle did not answer, but nodded.

"Good, elle my name is Ken. You can call me brother ken, I'm older than you." Said proud.

Elle nodded, "Ken."

"..."

"See you."

"No elle, first you have to call me brother ken, I'm 32 years old, this year. How old are you ? You must be so young, don't call me Ken. That's not polite. Second, don't you wonder who I am and who they are ? "

Elle didn't know what to answer, so she just said "Uncle Ken."

Uncle ken, "......"