AVARICIOUS

CHAPTER 27. Because of heartache

When Yusi was trying to escape from Andra's entanglement. On the other hand, Azzam who continues to play gambling and has lost to add to the debt of hundreds of millions of rupiah, ignited emotions. He stood up, both hands pounding the table, making the cards on the table scatter.

Braakk!!

“Akh! Shit.” Azzam standing, right hand index finger pointing to each of the players, “Awas all of you, I will give you the calculation.”

“Don't be angry, if you still want to play and you need money, I'm ready to give you a loan of money, which I won.” Said the man wearing a white coat stellan, thick mustache, slightly fat body and distended stomach. On the right and left side of the thigh the man sat the woman in all-less clothing.

“Come, just accept the money Azzam.” Connect one of the players.

"If you still want to play, but do not have money. You better take it, don't be a pecun*dang."

Azzam clenched his right hand, a gloomy gaze pointing to each player's face that looked trifling him, “How dare you guys lower me like this.”

“It's poor and a lot of debt, it's still arrogant.”

“Awas you all. I'll give you the calculations for the three of you.” Threatening Azzam, the index finger of the right hand points to each player's face.

“Huuu!! Scared.” Players simultaneously put both hands on their arms, pretending to be afraid of Azzam's words.

Not happy with the attitude and actions of the players who demean him. Azzam took both of his feet stepping away from the gambling establishment. ‘How dare you humble me like that, just be prepared. I'll give you the calculations to the three of you.’ Azzam got into a parked car right in front of the gambling establishment, his right foot stepped on the gas, then drove his car to the nearest supermarket.

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💫💫 1 hour later 💫💫

Leaning a man behind a lamp post in front of a gambling establishment. A man wears black glasses, a mask, and a black jacket. One of the hands wears a rubber glove inserted inside the front jacket pocket while grasping a pi-sau fold.

One by one the lights of the gambling establishment died, five minutes later out 3 men who walked unbalanced from the door. The three men were men who had denigrated Azzam. The three men walked towards the 3 cars parked in front of the gambling establishment.

The man standing at the lamppost in all-black clothes began to slowly move towards the three men who were walking closer to their cars that were each ready for the road. The two legs of the man in all black clothes moved quickly, the left hand wearing gloves, taking out the pi-sau that was ready to wear.

Jlub!!

Jlubb!!!!

Swiiiisshh!!!

“Akh!!” complained one of the men who was stabbed in the chest.

“Be-bre*ngsek.” Shouted the man who was in the middle, the right hand tried to stall but the stomach turned out to get a wide wound until the inside came out a little.

“Arrgg!! Arrrgg.” Said the man who offered money to Azzam, his hands closed the blood-splitting esophagus.

Seeing their Boss covered in blood with wounds that were difficult to treat, each of the men got out of their car.

The men of the man who had already demeaned Azzam by offering money out of the car, chased after the mysterious man who had already finished off his Boss with just one move.

“Killer.”

“Quick catch him.”

Seeing one of the men running after him, the mysterious man wearing all-black clothes continued to gallop in an uncertain direction. After running for 100 km and stopping at the intersection of the dark road that there is a small hallway without light illumination. The man walked casually into a small hallway in front of the hallway there was a large garbage can. The man quickly took off his hat, mask, and jacket, and put them in a small trash can made of iron. The man took a few piles of books to throw away, placed the book on his clothes, then handed over the book, until his old jacket piled under the book came along.

“Siram, light the fire, bush!!!” both hands were patted like sweeping away the dust that was being left on both palms, “Musnah.” Said the man staring at the trash can that looked like a huge fire. Seeing the evidence that was almost destroyed by fire, the mysterious man came out of the dark hallway. Lips continued whistling in the dark sidewalk without lighting, both feet continued to walk leisurely leaving the hallway.

“Woi! Stop you!” shouted the men of the man who had demeaned Azzam by offering money.

The man stopped his footsteps, “What's up?” asked the man to turn his face to the right side with a gloomy look.

The man rounded his eyes perfectly, his head bowed when he saw the face of the man he had called impolitely, “Ma-sorry sir. I thought you were a murderer who ran away.”

“Oh!” the man waved his right hand, “Be careful if walking in the dark of the night. Entar you who will be the target.”

“Te-thanks. Then excuse me to go home.” The men turned around, both feet running away from the man.

The corner of the man's lips is ascending, “Dare to start, must dare to end it as well.” Said the mysterious man, the mysterious man is Azzam.

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💦 Flashback 1 hour ago 💦

Azzam who is still emotionally ignited and still holding a grudge stepped both feet into the nearest supermarket. Both legs continued to walk towards the shelves of household needs, and stopped in front of the kitchen appliance. Azzam's right hand took one of the folding knives made of white iron, “A very suitable item.” Azzam stared at the knife in front of his eyes. After buying the knife, Azzam drove forward and stopped in front of a 35,000-strong ALL-ROUND seller who was selling on the outskirts of the market to buy a black jacket.

After everything he wanted was with him, Azzam drove his car to the gambling establishment. However, before getting to the gambling place, Azzam stopped his car at a dark road intersection. 10 minutes later Azzam's neat shirt shirt dress had changed with a black jacket, not forgetting glasses, and he had to change his clothes, the mask and the black hat he bought.

Azzam got out of the car casually, his left hand that was already wearing rubber gloves went into the pocket of the jacket while holding the folding knife he had just bought. Along the way, both eyelids Azzam kept remembering the actions of the three men who had humbled him. Hate and resentment for being treated lowly by a lowly person, Azzam had to avenge the pain of the speech of the three men in front of the crowd.

Azzam's chest continued to beat strongly, his breathing also rose and down in rhythm as he continued to wait for the three men who did not come out of the gambling place. Anger that can not be soaked makes him want to walk inside, but both legs must survive in place so that the plan can run smoothly without obstacles by the people around.

The chest that was continuing to beat strongly finally slowly disappeared, as it looked at the target standing before its eyes. The lips stored inside the mask smiled sweetly at the sight of the prey coming out along with a semi-conscious state.

✨✨Flashback off✨✨

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With the ease of the car Azzam slowly walk through the gambling place that has been filled with several authorities and several media crews. Gleaned both eyes and a satisfied smile was clearly plastered on the face of Azzam when he saw 3 bodies lying on a stretcher into the ambulance.

“Can boast, but don't hurt others.”

...Seriate...