Zena: The Last Fight
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"Wait on! What are you doing here?"

The deg!

As soon as his heart stopped beating, even breathing was impenetrable. It froze in place, hands and feet shaking, pale lips trembling. The thorny thorns were pierced with fatigue. He waited with worry.

"Accidentally, are you going to the kitchen?" his voice weakened, his steps knocking on the floor approaching.

"Yes" the man replied.

"Hey, why are you so nervous? Did I surprise you?"

A clap made him flinch. He closed his eyes, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

"Well, you surprised me. I was very surprised" he said immediately, then opened his eyes before the person who reprimanded him was in front.

The thin mustachioed man smiled, before long his eyes squinted suspiciously at the foreign face.

"Hey, I just saw you. Did you just come?" he asked with a frown on his forehead.

"No, maybe we're from another district so we don't know each other. Oh, I'm going to the kitchen. What do you need?" he said to hold back the increasingly royal nervousness in the heart.

As much as possible refrain from shaking, otherwise all plans are destroyed.

"Ah, you're right. I'm not supposed to know you, but I can ask you a favor, right?" he whispered at the end of the sentence.

"Well, of course. Just tell me what you need?" He convinced himself to help him.

The man looked to his right and left as well as behind his body, as if confirming the whereabouts of others other than the two of them.

"Can you bring me some wine? I want to drink it?" whispers in the ears.

"good. Where should I take it?" He glanced through the tail of his eyes.

"Take him to the cellar, I stand guard there. It's nothing, just to drive away the boredom," he said with a sly smile.

"good. I'll drop you off after I finish the job. You wait there, but I'm sorry if it might be a little too long" he said, greeted by a double pat on the shoulder of the thin-moustached man before he left.

In the end, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief after confirming the departure of the man. His steps continued towards the back building, where the kitchen was. There were some people standing guard outside the building, but it did not prevent anyone who came to take food rations as well as drinks.

The Chendrik soldier just walked in, gathering a lot of food and also the necessary drinks. Do not forget to tuck a bottle of wine ordered by men earlier. He did not come out, but waited for the guards to step aside. When the nap time arrives, they use it to relax because they feel safe.

The leader rushed out, his steps not stopping moving. Occasionally would hide behind walls worried about suspicion for hiding a lot of food behind his clothes. Luckily, good luck was on his side.

There were no guards in front of the detention room. He immediately went in and distributed all the food and medicine to his friends. Not waiting to party, he came back out with a bottle of wine ordered by the guards in the cellar.

Isn't the Master there? I have to make sure they're both okay.

His heart muttered all the way to the basement. Prison for major criminals isolated before the death penalty was handed down. It crosses the aisle with a staircase jutting down, a small, circular and steep staircase. One wrong step, it will definitely fall down.

"You're finally coming too. Did anyone see you bring this here?" tanyanya immediately while receiving the bottle.

"I don't think there is, hopefully there isn't," he said indifferently as he sat on the bench joining the two of them.

His eyes repeatedly looked at the door, eager to enter the room and see the situation of the two people inside.

"What's wrong? You keep looking at that door?" his reprimand was quite shocking.

He smiled as he shook his head, looking for the right reason to enter the room.

"Nothing, I'm just surprised. It turns out they have space that the ground is like this, there is a lot of air here so it does not make the chest tight. I wonder what it's like inside. Have you ever looked inside?" he said with a curious twinkle that he appeared in the radiance of his two eyes.

"We didn't know because we were too lazy to enter the room. Maybe there's no air, you can feel claustrophobic if you go in there. I'm not interested, anyway our job is just to keep watch outside not to enter it" said one of them.

The man's face turned disappointed as if the room was something they deserved to see and it was a pity to pass up.

"You want to enter it? Come in, and tell us what it's like?" their orders while sipping the drink glass by glass.

"really? But you're not gonna lock me in, are you?" he said it was perfected with a worried face.

"No, just go in! We want to drink until drunk today" he said, again sipping the drink.

He did not wait long, unlocked the room and waltzed in. There are several iron bars attached on the right and left. He looked for the whereabouts of the two of them without a sound.

"Some one's coming!" whiskey Adhikari.

Chendrik rushed back to put himself in. He bowed deeply, as if he was a helpless weakling.

"Master!" call slowly.

Chendrik quickly raised his face, a relieved smile rising from his lips as he saw one of the chiefs make it to the holding room.

The chief took out the food as well as the bottle of drink he was carrying, divided it in half and told him about everything he saw during his disguise. Chendrik smiled with satisfaction at the words.

"Sorry, Master. I can't linger here, I have to leave immediately so as not to be suspected" he said immediately.

"Go and be careful!"

He nodded his head as he left the Chendrik prison.

"Hows it? What's inside? Is it like a star hotel?" ask them both to laugh happily.

"There are only iron bars attached inside. What hotel? Stay overnight for free I will immediately reject it," said the chairman while bringing a step to leave the basement.

The laughter of the two of them still sounded echoing before he fully left the room. He took a deep breath, feeling relieved after seeing that the two people were in a fine state.

He'll go around figuring out what the mobsters are up to at their base.