How to Become a Mafia Boss

Chapter 14's

“Good, Brother!” The one who spoke was a boy with long hair up to his shoulder, his eyes narrowed to the point that it only looked like a single line, wearing a school uniform, his height was not much different from Winston's. After answering his boss's orders directly walked towards Winston, he gnashed his hands until his finger produced a sound ‘kreek.

Winston had been prepared from the start, he knew today's fight would be hard to avoid. He stood silently staring at the approaching ‘Gala’, quietly gathering energy. In the heart of thinking, there are many opponents, if you want to fight must be fast, making them unable to rise with one blow.

The distance between them is getting closer along with ‘Gala’ which is getting closer. The entire room was so quiet, everything was focused on staring at these two people.Kak San's eyes did not move at all from Winston, one side he felt anxious, the other side he was also curious, the other side he was curious, want to know how this kid hit Handoko to the ground.

The distance of the two had reached the attacking distance, ‘Gala’ who started the attack, the originally slow movement suddenly attacked quickly towards Winston, his body tilted forward, his body tilted forward, one leg was lifted and charged into the lower part of Winston's stomach. Winston smiled, this style he often wears, he beat Brother Han also use this style as an opening. Winston's body tilted slightly and managed to avoid ‘Gala’'s knee, stretched out his palm and hit the back of his neck firmly. As soon as ‘Gala’ found Winston had managed to dodge his attack this was already feeling grave, looking at the palm of the opponent who attacked, he tried hard to subdue his body as much as possible. Although the reaction was quick, and Winston's hand did not hit the back of his neck, it still hit his mouth.

Gala groaned and fresh blood instantly gushed out from her mouth, even on the floor were three white teeth. Gala flicked her hair back, and widened her eyes with a mouth full of blood. In Winston's heart, it was a pity because the opponent's response was too fast, so he failed to attack his weakest point.

Gala did not dare to take the opponent lightly anymore, the pain radiating from her mouth made her completely go crazy. He shouted loudly and threw out his punch. Winston endured this blow with his hand, he felt his palm joint ache, but did not have time to think at all, he took advantage of the opportunity to clutch his wrist, when Gala was stunned, but he did not have time to think long, winston's other hand immediately hit him in the face. A single blow had Gala bounced and slammed down on the floor. Just about to wake up, Winston's knees had already landed on his chest. Winston was half on his knees, his hands like rain falling on Gala's face. Initially Gala could still rebel, but along with the many blows Winston landed, especially the punches that landed on his chin, making his consciousness suddenly faint, no longer having the strength to resist. Winston had absolutely no intention of stopping, every punch landed right on Gala's face, there was even blood spurting all the way to Winston's face.

The person in the room who had never met Winston was completely dumbfounded, inwardly thinking about the person before them: he was the person right? People who had met Winston in the back garden of the school recalled the scene back then, making their feet not constantly tremble.

Brother San was also taken aback by this, he shouted out loud. “Winston stop!”

Winston stopped his hitting hand, then stood up while looking at Kak San with a faint smile on his face. “This one cannot, he is not my opponent.” He lowered his blood-soaked hand, fresh blood dripping down from his hand.

Seeing Winston's smile, Kak San's nature of never admitting defeat caused his anger to be immediately ignited, he pulled out a 30-centimeter-long serrated machete embedded behind his waist, he said to Winston in a loud voice: “Gue is your opponent! Dare not?”

Winston asked, “What if you lose?”

Brother San replied with a cold smile. “Hah! What a pede you are! You think you can win?”

Winston again asked, “What if you lose?”

Brother San glared at him viciously. “If I lose, you can go!”

Winston said with a chuckle. “What if I lose?”

“Elu it's bummer yes, if you lose I matiin you!”

“Then it feels a bit unfair? I lose or win has absolutely no effect on you, right?”

Under the pursuit of Winston, Kak San felt his mind was deadlocked, he asked confusedly: “Then try you say how do you want?”

Winston looked at Brother San and said with a smiling face. “I lost, I gave my life to you, whatever you want to do, even though I want to be your errand boy is no problem either. But if you lose you have to agree on one thing, no matter what it is!”

Winston retracted his smile and said while nodding. “Kak San, then let's start!” He did not dare to underestimate the young girl before him.

The two of them slowly approached, lastly standing tensely and looking at each other, no one dared to attack first rashly. Both of them stood in the middle without moving, yet sweat was already seen flowing down his forehead. Winston's sweat flowed down, down the corner of his eyes, yet he did not dare to wipe them, this pressure of the woman before him did not allow him to move in the slightest. Time seemed to stop spinning, the pressure emanating from the two made the men in the room sweat too much, not even the breath dared to be too tight.

“My name is Sandra!”

“Hah?” kak San's strange speech made Winston stunned, just when Winston was stunned, the cleaver in Kak San's hand was directly thrust towards Winston's stomach. When he regained his senses and wanted to respond it was too late, he reflexively used both of his hands to clutch at Kak San's wrist holding the machete, and continued to retreat following the force pressing on him. Until his body hit the new table stopped.

Both of Kak San's hands held the machete, thrusting forward with all his might. I dare not stretch my hand. They're trying to hold on. Winston said with tightened jaws: “You are really cunning..”.

Kak San's body leaned forward and said, “Eleven twelve!”

Winston shouted and relied on the gathered strength, pushed Kak San's hand sideways, then took the opportunity to roll to the side. All of Kak San's strength was deployed on his wrist, having lost his crutch, his machete pierced the table that was behind Winston. Because the power used is very strong, the machete stuck into the table until it penetrated the table. In Winston's heart he almost exclaimed. He did not give Kak San a chance to pull out his machete and immediately throw a kick at him.

Brother San is helpless, inevitably giving up on pulling out his machete and avoiding to the side. He had not yet stood up straight, Winston had already attacked and hugged Kak San's slender waist, raised it firmly then slammed it onto the floor, the energy used was not small so it made Kak San grimace in pain, the bones all over his body were like scattered. Now that Winston was already unconcerned about what an inappropriate touch of man and woman was, he pounced on Kak San's body and pierced the newly awakened body. Where ever Kak San was hit by a man's body so violently, but his legs and hands were crushed by Winston to the point of not being able to wrinkle, making him annoyed until his face reddened, his tiny mouth opened and bit Winston on the shoulder. This bite was quite loud, making Winston barely scream, but he tightened his jaw and held onto both of Kak San's wrists with one hand, while one of his other hands pressed his head on the floor. Seeing Kak San's mouth full of blood smiling towards him, Winston was annoyed until his veins appeared clearly on his forehead.

Winston no longer hesitated, he squatted down on the floor, then placed Kak San's weak body on his lap, one hand clutching both hands firmly, one hand, then swing his other hand and beat Kak San's ass hard. San Mana was once humiliated like this, he exerted all his strength to rebel. However she remained a woman, despite being two years older than Winston, yet physically she remained incomparable to men. Kak San's energy slowly disappeared, but Winston's hands did not stop at all, so he would not accept fate. ‘this boy dared to hit his butt in front of everyone like this……’ as soon as Kak San thought of this, “Huaaaa~~” he immediately cried loudly like a child.

This cry shocked the heavens and earth, even the gods and ghosts were stirred by it. Even Winston himself felt himself to be a very sinful criminal. He stopped his hand and said with a breath of breath. “If you ever dare to stab me with a machete again, I will hit your ass again!”

Hearing this, Kak San's cry grew even more so, even Winston to the point of not knowing how good it should be, briefly scratching his head, briefly scratching his face. Kak San's men were also confused, inwardly muttering, sure this is Kak San?

At the moment Winston is completely helpless, if Kak San plays rough he is not afraid at all, although in a subtle way also he is still able to hold it. But this cry confused him. It is said that tears are the cruelest weapon of women, this speech is not at all wrong. At least now Winston felt that way, even feeling it directly. He squatted there motionlessly, Sister San who was lying on the floor also did not look at all will stop crying.

Winston sighed, “Haih! Don't cry anymore. I'm wrong ok, you better beat me up to cry too!” after saying this, Winston's tears were also almost dripping, he felt himself even more pity. The sound of Kak San's crying again tightened, he turned around and sat on Winston's lap then embraced Winston's neck, his face leaning on Winston's shoulder. “Huuu~~ huuu~~~!!” Winston felt his shoulders wet, so turned, it felt like he was going to faint, because Kak San's tears and snot had wet his clothes.

Finally feeling desperate and helpless, then said loudly. “Big girl, don't cry anymore. Let's just say I lost, can't I? Want to kill or cut up to!”

Brother San is also tired of crying, he said sobbing. “I lost. But I'm not a person who is afraid of losing, what do you want just say!”

Winston really felt dizzy now, he sighed and said, “All I want you to do is not cry anymore!”

Sis San felt that leaning on Winston's shoulder was very comfortable, besides there was a masculine smell of men, he could also feel a sense of security. ‘why wet?’ as soon as he saw Winston's shirt wet with tears, he lifted his head and moved to the next shoulder while saying in a spoiled voice. “Your request is that simple?”

Winston nodded, “Iya. The thing I want most now is for you to stop crying, it's the deadliest weapon I've ever met in my entire life!”