Friend Outrage

52. Anger

Byur, a large bucket of water was spilled towards a man whose hands and feet were tied to iron chains. The man sitting on the chair immediately opened his eyes in shock.

His eyes blinked trying to adapt to the room's minimal thermal light with that light. The light he saw was getting blurry. A few shadows blocked his view. Whether 5 or six people were there, he was not so able to calculate the number correctly. The mind is very confused at this time. It's very hard to focus on thinking. It was as if something was pressing down on him from within his body.

"Wake up, Bast*rd." Said a man while patting his cheek.

Actually, he's awake. It was just that somehow his body was so weak at this moment. Be it his eyesight, hearing, or other limbs felt so helpless.

"I said wake up!" Jerk the other man who immediately gave a kick right on his chin. The man fell down and grimaced in pain.

"Enough. He's my prey. Lift chains!" The order of someone standing at the very back of the swarm of men. He inhaled the cigarette he was holding. It was obvious that this man was the boss of that bunch of men. They ended up lifting the chain according to their boss' instructions.

The man could only give up on his condition. He is very familiar with such conditions. Conditions of torture in which he is the one to be tortured here. And regarding the condition of his weakened body, he speculated that he had been put on medicine by these people before he was tied up.

"****!" Bait the man with the remnants of his power.

"What did you say?" One of the men immediately did not accept with a swearing just now.

"Currently, you should be praying instead of spending your energy swearing!" without further ado the other man hit the man's stomach tight.

"Argh,," the man held back his pain.

"Wow, you have a good body." The boss made a comment either as a compliment or as a snub.

After the rest of the two, no one intended to speak. There was only the sound of the boss smoking his cigarette.

"You know, I haven't smoked in a long time. Maybe 30 years ago I last smoked." The boss rolled his shirt up to his elbow. And then smoke back the cigarette. "Wosh,, Huh, maybe I should thank you because of you I can finally smoke again. Does it need to be?"

Footsteps were heard approaching the man who was hanging the cut meat tub. Just one step to get closer, the sound of footsteps came to a halt. The boss smokes his cigarette back and throws the smoke right in the man's face.

"Let's get acquainted first. Introduce me is Biantara. One of the most respected entrepreneurs in the country. And I have one question for you. What's your relationship with my son Clara?!" It didn't sound like a question, it was like an overflowing cry of anger.

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Didn't expect all of a sudden that I had 52 episodes, hehehe. I am very grateful to have the opportunity to write this story.

I want to say thank you to those of you who already want to read my story and even give me your likes and comments. And I also want to apologize also if such works I ever stuck on the road, really sorry. But God willing in the future I will try to nyelesein my story first. Well, even though I think I can only update on the weekend.(I have done a lot directly)

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