Alex The Heir

Victory for Alex

The two mafia leaders fight each other to solve the problem after not finding the bright spot of the deal, no one wants to give up all keep maintaining their own self-esteem.

They fought with their bare hands to test how strong between them, of course the fight between life and death. Alex did not give a gap as well as the opponent who turned out to have almost the same ability. 

"You'd better get out of my area!" 

"Your territory? Come on, it belongs to the state. So, I'm free to do the cruise. Don't eat something that isn't yours, it's a shame for a mobster." Reply Alex smiled obliquely. 

"This is still my territory, no relation to state assets. If you want to pass safely, then give tribute according to the agreement. We've even been nice but you and your group are so arrogant, but only pay a little of the percentage of profits earned." 

"You don't know me very well." 

"You don't know me very well either." Reply to the man who became Alex's enemy. 

"I won't spend a penny just to pay tribute to you and your group."

"That means you prefer life over treasure."

"Yes, of course, because possessions are more valuable." Reply Alex smiled obliquely, took out two daggers and swung her very beautifully. "Wouldn't a fight be more interesting using property than bare hands?" he said while attacking. 

"It looks interesting." The mafia leader also pulled out a serrated folding knife. 

The two back attacked each other like fidelity, no matter how many wounds were scratched on the body. The battle of life and death, no matter how severe the ship's destruction. 

Alex in a circular motion kicked the body of the man who became his enemy, the mask half the face of the man was released until it was seen by him. 

"I marked your face" he said with a faint smile. 

Poor guy with the identity revealed by Alex, his handsome face is very clearly visible. Roy Immanuel is Layla's ex-boyfriend, who is a private secretary at Anderson's company. 

"Look, do you think this is my real face? I'm not that stupid." Luckily Roy had already anticipated using a disguise identity, using a bit of make up to divert the enemy.

"Ck, you're like a woman wearing makeup. Next time use a mask of good quality." Alex's ejek while hitting Roy's body is getting cornered. 

The battle that began to falter, Roy lost in speed until he was seriously injured. Alex's attack was so tangled, hit and injured several body parts.

"It's not good for me!" roy's inner self, which beckoned all subordinates to retreat, was more concerned with life than the percentages of money from a sailing enemy. 

"Ck, you coward." Alex immediately jumped on his ship, not forgetting to give a parting gift to his enemy in the form of cannonballs hit the part of the ship until it sank. He laughed with satisfaction at the victory achieved, a body full of wounds was not a problem. 

Roy, some of the crew, and all of the surviving mafia members are upset that the ship has been destroyed by the enemy with no choice but to use the small ship to sail to the shore. 

Along the way, Roy continues to curse the leader of the other mafia and vows to take revenge for what happened to him and his subordinates. 

A few people dressed in white suits begin to approach Alex, an important part of the cruise that is the medical team that never misses. 

"Sorry, let me treat the wounds that are on your body." Said the man in white. 

"Hem, do your best, I want this wound to go unnoticed by anyone." Decide Alex. 

Alex smiled happily even though occasionally grimacing withstanding the pain of body parts torn by sharp knives, his body was already immune to sharp objects, that's one of the advantages gained after going through a period of torture by the Mateo family. 

"Twenty-eight years, I was tortured by the Mateo family, it turned out to be of some use as well." Alex said in his heart. 

Someone brought a cell phone and handed it to Alex, seeing a short message from Dinu's assistant about the problems on the field that had been resolved well. Happiness that becomes multiplied, promises to celebrate a small party. "After finishing this voyage, I need to celebrate this fortune." 

"Is Master okay?" ask Jimmy's assistant who walked over. 

"I'm good, where have you been? I didn't see you." Ask Apex curiously. 

"I was in the back and had a chance to photograph the mafia leader." Jimmy handed me a piece of the photo, Alex who immediately grabbed him and saw the face behind the mask that was accidentally missed by him. 

Alex examines the face of the man blocking the business path, looking closely. "I was like looking at his face, even though he covered it with another disguise of identity. But not imaginary and close the possibility, who is he?" his monologue murmured in Jimmy's ear.

"Give me, sir, proof of that photo is the key to us figuring out someone's identity." 

"Well, take it." Alex replies, who is not interested in finding out who the man who got in the way of his business, and assumes he will not meet with a fake mobster, which is what he has in mind.

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Alex returns home to the Mansion with a very tired body also full of injuries that have been treated by the personal doctor of the Anderson family. 

"It's late at night, you come home late at night and it's even the third day." Say someone who is none other than the grandfather. 

"Grandpa himself gave me great responsibility, lucky that the company's problems were resolved well. When sending in that business, there was a group of mobsters who wanted to blackmail me." Alex sat his body on the soft sofa, commanding the waiter to give him a fresh drink. 

"Then, has it been resolved?" 

"It." Alex sipped a fresh drink until it ran out, no matter what the grandfather thought. 

"You're as careful as your father." 

"Here you are, don't equate me with my father." 

"Why indeed?" david asked suspiciously. 

"Oh, lately my mind has always been messed up and living under inner pressure." 

"Don't complain, at least you didn't become a rascal and a building coolie." 

"Ck, Grandpa always bothered me. If all the responsibilities are given to me, then what's the job for Uncle John?" 

"He's my assistant, of course, just serving me." David's reply left Alex helpless and gawked away without saying anything. "Hey, I'm not done talking. You brash grandson!" his screeches. 

Alex does not care about the curse of the grandfather because for him it is an indirect affection, on the way into the room and rest according to the needs of the body that is needed at this time, close your eyes and sleep.