GET ME, BOS

GET ME, BOSS

From the top of the luxury boat, a fireworks party is taking place on a large river that empties into the open sea. It comes from a mountain that has a forest.

“Do you want to play hide and seek with me?” A sharp look from the eyes of a desperate man.

“Catch me, Boss!” challenge the girl standing on the iron barrier of the ship.

Byurrrrrr, the girl immersed her body in a cold stream. Night is a difficult time playing hide and seek. This girl is completely insane, gone mad. How dare he choose to plunge into the water. Is he not afraid of dying of hypothermia? 8 Thumbs, thumb minjemnya Author-nim also huahahaha.

“Cap catch, the girl! If you need to send a reliable diver to follow this river. Don't let him get away, either alive or dead. I want to see the body myself!”

The man was on the ship, his hand holding a strong iron barrier. How could a woman possibly escape from him repeatedly. Even he who can't explain it. When the girl was already in her custody. No, he's not a criminal or a suspender. The girl just likes to play hide-and-seek with men. Well, a great man to conquer an ordinary woman. He is trying to pay karma for his past actions. Trying to be a wiser human being. Damn again, he had to meet a girl. The girl he's been chasing but it's hard to catch. How did the man try to get the mysterious girl? What relationship the girl was in so the obsession of catching her was huge.

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The sunari this morning had already revealed its light, it was time for Hikashi to pray. In Japan, this is an important ritual. He was still standing in the garden, some bodyguards were standing in black clothes.

“Master,” Ucapa head of his bodyguard.

“Enough, just say the point.” Hikashi stopped his guard's words.

He walked over to her, the bodyguard who walked backwards in fear.

Slang, katana is unsheathed with the tip of her sword. Right in front of the heart, if pressed deeper. So the man died with a sharp long sword. Cold sweat poured down from his nape.

“Tu-sir, give me another chance. This time I won't be back before catching the girl.” Wiping sweat.

Hikashi pulls up again, this time Tsumoto gets a chance to live. Or he will die because of his failed mission, capturing the mysterious girl.

“No becus, free you live!” Hikashi cursed Tsumoto.

“Mr Hikashi, I beg for your mercy. Please give me your forgiveness, this is my last chance.” Matsumoto was on his knees begging.

The bodyguard who had originally executed himself withheld orders from Hikashi. Whether his great master grants pardon or releases Matsumoto's assignment.

“Master, no body found in the riverbed. So most likely the girl is still alive.”

Hikashi seemed to be breathing the air immediately with ucapa Tsumoto just now. With a nimble smile, Hikashi slapped Tsumoto's cheeks in the hope that his words would be right.

Tsumoto glazed over as her life was saved. Rather than living as a loser, it is better to die with self-esteem. That is the principle of a samurai.

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“Ah, ah ah..” presses chest and gives artificial breath.

“Uhuk-uhuk auh,” his body limp with breaths wheezing.

“Stupid, fortunately you are good at diving. You should be at the Olympics, your talent, baby if you become a fugitive.”

“Hehehe, you thought I would die easily on my run.” Laughing at the worry that just happened.

“Change your clothes, and burn in the furnace. I'm getting the motor ready to go to stopover.”

“Where else is our destination?” A place with a new adventure.

“We're going to Tokyo, yes the last city of your escape. We'll never set foot here again.”

“It was fun here, but I started fishing for salmon in the river. Truly troublesome big master, I hate to be his fugitive.” The girl walked into an old hut.

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Ngoeng, ngoeng a noise like a tree saw machine. Trail motorbike was used this time.

“Truly narrow jog, surely your perverted brain in action when my body is stuck here.” He pointed at the back of the man who saved him.

“Cih, you think I can be fooled by your beauty. Besides your brain and talent, only weak men love your body.” Wearing leather gloves.

“My face is just a mask that God happens to paint beautifully. Only a crazy man wasted his life to save me so many times.” Wearing a helem and tightly hugging the rider's body in front.

The motor drove away from the reot hut, the fire in the furnace burning the wet girl's clothes from the river. The further away it leaves the stopover, the better the trail is gone.