Greatest Son-in-law

Chapter 106: Conflict

"So ... , as agreed I managed to bring you together with them. Can you meet me with Saviour Eagle now?" Hendra Pratama stared coldly.

"At first I thought you were gone because it was so hard for me to trace your whereabouts. Who would have thought it turns out that you have been hiding in an underground cave hidden in the middle of the Kalimantan forest. Did you build this cave yourself?" asked Gibran while returning the cold gaze of Hendra Pratama. At that time the two were facing head-on, while the person behind them was in a standby posture.

The eyes of the people on the right and left behind the president appear to radiate a light green color. The atmosphere of the cave is rather minimal light makes their eye color becomes very bright and striking.

"What does all this mean, sir!?" Hendra Pratama asked with blue eyes against him.

"Don't worry, foster father just asked me to bring the person behind you!" Gibran showed his dark green eyes.

"I think you still really think of me as your sister, it seems like that man's orders are still your priority huh, big brother!" Hendra Pratama stared with emotion, followed by ten of his old comrades who were now showing their dark green eyes.

"Ba .. how can you still have those eyes! Didn't your micro chip authority have been revoked!" Gibran seemed shocked. So did the subordinates who were behind him who also seemed to lose their guts.

"It just so happens that I haven't relaxed my muscles for a long time!" An old man with a beard, a beaver and a long white hair clenched tightly into one of his hands. He may be old, but his physique is not. In addition to the already whitened hair, his body was still very tight and muscular. So were his other colleagues who were also no less strong and muscular like a bodybuilder.

Hendra Pratama darted forward with his fists toward Gibran, while the white-bearded man decided to take care of his subordinates.

The one-sided battle was quite obvious at the time, which made Gibran regret his reckless actions.

'Less than a minute, my level 2 warrior was leveled without a remnant! Damnit damnit! How could the situation even become like this! What the hell is wrong with this guy! Though I'm sure it hasn't been long since his blue eyes rose, he could have been balancing on me who's already a tier 3 cyborg!' Gibran continued to bounce back despite successfully fending off every attack Hendra Pratama threw at him.

'If he decides to put back the micro chip that is behind his arm, can I ... !'

"Be ... stop! I surrender!" Gibran raised his hand while stepping back.

"Squeeze them!" Hendra Pratama looked at Gibran with a cold gaze.

four weeks had passed, but Gibran and his subordinates were so stubborn that they were reluctant to open their mouths in the slightest. Various kinds of torture they have received, but their persistence is really difficult to penetrate.

"Bas stubborn! Can't you just give up!" The white-bearded man pulled the collar of one of Gibran's subordinates who was being tied in a standing state and tied hands separately.

"For the number of times I've asked you!"

"Can you give me the Saviour Eagle coordinates!?" Hendra Pratama asked again after beating Gibran.

"What do you mean!" Hendra Pratama asked in confusion.

"Ask your son himself, he must know the location of the Saviour Eagle! Well ... that's even if you can contact him anyway, hahahahaha!" Gibran laughed without regret. While Hendra Pratama looks disappointed in the appearance of a former person who had been a brother and close friend since childhood. He never thought that behind the warmth that Gibran showed in the past, it was hidden the envy that made him want to see him fall.

"Since when have you harbored this deep hatred against me .. " asked Hendra Pratama with clenched hands and a trembling body as if holding something back.

"Since you received the right to call him Dad!" Gibran stared with a snapping of teeth filled with a look of anger.

"I've decided to leave that family, and you've even been made president by them, is that still not enough to take away your envy and hatred for me" Hendra asked back with a disappointed look.

"Being president you say! Hahahah funny, shouldn't the president be a leader who has his own decisions!? The one who takes orders from a foster father like me deserves that title! If not for his interest in pulling you back to his side, you think I would have gotten this post! My becoming president was none other than to launch his intention to pull you back to his side! Not only that, he even asked me to bring your son to our side without giving him any means of control! Doesn't that make no sense! He even gave the controlling chip in my head! Why would he choose this kind of love for me! While you and the other foster kids don't have control chips in their heads at all!" Gibran continued to vent his thoughts with emotion.

Hendra Pratama probably heard everything quite clearly, but he was not interested in all the complaints uttered by Gibran. The only thing that caught his attention was Gibran's remarks about his son and the controlling chip.

With a reflex Hendra immediately pulled out his phone and tried to contact Hansen, but the number he was going to somehow could not be reached. He was forced to call other people who might know Hansen's location. And he subconsciously dropped his phone when he heard the news that his son had not heard from him for a long time, while the only person who knows the news and how to contact Hansen is President Gibran who is now right in front of him.

"I gave you leniency in the interrogation because I still cherish you as an older brother and old friend, but since you've touched my family!" Hendra Pratama looked at Gibran with emotion.

"No matter how cruel your torture is to interrogate us, we will never open our mouths!" Gibran grinned confidently. Followed by the grin of his subordinates who were also prepared to accept torture.

"Your subordinate may not answer even if he has to, but it's different if it's you!"

"Don't forget that you have a family too!" Hendra Pratama looked at Gibran with emotion.

"Ka .. You're a fucking! Don't you dare touch my family! Remember that they are protected by the same country as me!" Gibran began to panic.

"If the leader of his country only dares us to fire, why are we afraid of the first lady and others?" Hendra Pratama replied coldly.

"Arghh shit! Well, I'll tell you what I know! So don't ever involve my family in this!" Gibran sighed because he had no choice.

The two also talked quite seriously, unfortunately before all the questions Hendra wanted to reveal were answered, one of his old friends with glasses and long white hair with tied hair, he said, interfering with the interrogation, he said, "The rebel organizations that call themselves Number are messing up the independence palace! The palace has now been taken over, while the first lady and her daughter's son .. have been made into sandra!"

"Adik .. can we continue this later!" Gibran broke free from the chains that shackled both his hands and feet. He also smashed the rest of the chains that were still coiled on his wrists and feet using only his bare hands.