GET ME, BOS

MOBSTER

“Oh Bali___”

Swish the beach sand accompanied by waves, sweeping white sand. The footprints were swept away by the scourge of the sea water. Ramon enjoys this twilight with a bottle of beer in his hand.

“It's a shame that Mr. X has refused a banquet of women, even though we have provided them specifically to serve Mr.”

“Forget about women, I want to know about the victory strategy against Tat tomorrow night.”

“Tat is a talented street fighter, he is then trained in a hangar financed by the Hong Kong mafia. Therefore, Tat's martial ability needed to watch out. This is a video recording of Tat while fighting.”

Tat's movements and kicks are very presidential accuracy makes his fighting opponents easily collapsed. It seems like this Ramon immediately trained physically so as not to stiffen during the match.

“Don't hook up tonight, I want a complete rest. Understood!” ramon snapped at the man he was talking to.

After the beach, Ramon swam for a few hours and washed his body clean. And take a drawer pant for martial arts practice. He felt his skills decreased slightly because he rarely practiced, much to care for his terminally ill lover, Digna.

Bugs, bug breaks. Bag dug bag dug that's how the noise in Ramon's room that is available training tools. He did not do duel training, fearing injury while training. His sweat started pouring out and his blood was already hot. He was getting excited considering the prize in the form of Dollar money.

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THE TAT SCENE,

Many times Tat had already successfully kicked, slammed and locked onto his training opponent. Some were injured because their teeth were broken. Tat is amazing, besides being young. His stamina was indeed at a good peak.

“Tat, I've given him an injection so he'll be easy against Mr. X” says coach to Hong Kong Mafia boss.

“If you need to add another dose, I want him to be a respected bodyguard.”

“But it will be fatal to his organs Boss,” said Coach Mua Thai worried.

“Did I pay you to discuss this? Don't forget, you can breathe on the ground because of my generosity, if you're bored. Choose where you want to stay!”

“Remember my message, if Tat wins tomorrow. Then you can meet your daughter in Bangkok.” The coach nodded.

Coach Mua Thai was once a National athlete who became a champion in his competition. Due to his high ambition on money and gambling, he eventually became broke. He has a son who was raised by his ex-wife in Bangkok. In debt, he became a bouncer and lastly killed his own in-laws for preventing him from seeing his daughter. Not wanting to be in jail anyway, Coach asks the Mafia Boss from Hong Kong to make him a slave.

“Alright, you can repay the debt and interest by becoming the coach of Mua Thai at my Club,” that's what the Boss said.

Coach Mua Thai was grateful, because he still had a chance to escape from the law. And living in Bali as an illegal immigrant, under the protection of the Hong Kong Mafia Boss who is actually Frank.

Sreeek.... Sreeek.... Sreeekkk janitor accidentally sweeps over Coach's dreamy shoes.

“You want to die!” snarled the annoyed Coach.

“A-forgiveness Coach, I'm sorry I've soiled your shoes. Let me wipe,” the janitor wiped with a towel around his neck.

Jeduakkk, the coach's leg kicked the young man. And the broom she still held finally bounced.

“You think my shoes are as good as yours, don't wipe your cheap towels!” the young man was saddened to hear the Coach's remark that lowered his pride.

The young man could only hold a sigh in his chest, his nose and ears reddened restraining the emotions of his soul. He returned to pick up his tools of cleanliness scattered about.

“Basic cheap lackeys, your food from the garbage cans, your sweat is dirtier than my water!” maki the coach again.

The oppressed young man stood up with his head lowered. His face was unable to stand because many people saw this incident.

Inside his office, Coach checked the ampoule of a stamina booster vaccine for Tat. Vaccines are many in number and of various uses. The Coach has marked the Tat mili that will be injected tomorrow ahead of the game. Then the trainer put it again in the refrigerator so as not to damage the content and composition.

“Who is it!” the coach realizes that someone is following him secretly.

Opening the door to his private office, no one found. Still intrigued, he checked the CCTV footage again. And it turned out to be true, it was just his hunch that it was just his delusion.

“Hufff... Looks like I'm too worried about my own pen, where anyone dares to spy on me!” coach said while stroking his chest.