Introduction to Box Millionaire

THE CULPRIT IS NOT THE SAGA

Crystal and Bram, for two hours they parted. Bram meets Saga! And Saga explains what he did not do, nor his adoptive father. But the big mafia who want to seize the land Bram one hundred percent.

"Hi, my name is Saga Taylor. People often call me the Mafia Class Kakap. Maybe it's because I'm not good at martial arts yet, but today I'm going to prove that I'm not the Mafia they think I am. There's a mastermind behind his crafty plan."

Saga took Bram, he parked his car right in front of the courtyard of a building which, when viewed from his physique, was like an old abandoned building.

The building, which has only three floors, is already filled with spider webs, as well as the color of paint that has faded. Do not know the color is white or gray because it is covered with dust that is very thick.

The young man who had just celebrated his birthday, slammed his car door to create a loud sound and seemed dramatic, like an action film aired on television.

Not to forget the small, cute, but deadly thing it carried. The shape has a wooden handle on the handle and sharp on different sides. A little scratched on the skin, it will bleed and be able to kill one to five fish at a time.

"Come inside, I only helped you up here, he is an influential person after my adoptive father!" saga said, waiting behind the door.

While Bram, he immediately went inside alone with one breath.

After entering, Bram clenched both hands tightly like a round tofu fried impromptu. Bram took his heavy steps towards the door at the other end. From behind that door, there will be things that can change the fate of someone, including the young man, the owner of the name.

"Who are you?" said another man was distracted from his cage.

So hard Bram broke down, the door lost one bolt. When the door was opened, Bram was immediately faced with the problems he had been waiting for in recent years. Five adult men, larger in posture than him, carrying celurit and other sharp objects. Some parts of the face filled with stitches, Bram also swallowed his saliva heavily.

"Oh, apparently there's a little mouse that's wrong to enter the place like that?" One of the men said, considering the presence of Bram is not a matter to be feared.

The man who was taller than the five looked up at Bram from head to toe, "I guess he's looking to die here?"

"Or don't you think this place is a playground?" a man carrying celurit, a Dragon tattoo on his left upper arm, chimed in.

Being a joke of the adult men there, did not necessarily make Bram lower his vigilance. Instead, he further tightened his grip on the dagger that for the past year had been accompanying his days.

"Look, even he only has one weapon, and it's just a little dagger, which might only hurt the skin" said the man whose eyes were covered in black cloth.

"Are you satisfied with your words?" Bram knitted his two eyebrows.

His words have now made the room temperature heat up in less than five seconds. None of them is overheated by just one sentence.

"That's right!" grumpy man in sunglasses, while throwing cigarette butts that only the tip of the nail is left.

"This garbage is getting quieter, it turns out the more visited!"

Bram smiled triumphantly, as they were distracted. "Haha ... It turns out that the people of the Dragon organization only talk a lot, the ability is not at all," he said later.

Bram plainly raised his hand, then his thumb, which was turned down, showed that they were weak and nothing to him.

His emotions are no longer in control. However, Bram liked it. Yes, this is what the twenty-seven-year-old looked forward to. His arrival did indeed want to make a fuss, the chaos for the Crocodile Dragon Organization that had snatched away his business became hampered. Bram does not like, classy thugs, mafia was deceiving business efforts like a big-class beggar asking for rations, without the man was hard work.

Bram, put up the horses that he has trained in the last five years. Not forgetting the underrated lips, linking his eleven eyebrows and raising one hand, challenged the five adult men in front of him to advance together.

It will not be a problem for Bram, if indeed they want to gang up, attack at one time. Sooner or later he did have to face the five men, which judging from his posture alone was much different. It would be nice, they go forward together because it will save time, but the energy needed is greater than facing one person alone.

"Fuck this kid! Really want to die, it turns out!" The man who was taller than the fifth was constantly cursing, snorting annoyed, because Bram was increasingly acting.

"Just get it straight, boss. Don't give him a long time to breathe. Let's just brush him, boss," incited the man whose eyes were covered in a cloth like a kitchen apron.

Not only was he upset, emotional and arrogant, but other residents also voiced the same thing. The presence of Bram is worth following up. The young man whom they clearly did not know was worthy to be told that he had entered the cage wrongly.

"I didn't go wrong in the cage, as you can imagine!" exclaimed Bram, without lowering the slightest bit of his vigilance. His lips were turned upside down, showing a triumphant smile.

Horses that have been firmly mounted, daggers in the right hand are ready to face all the possibilities that will happen in a moment. Bram has been preparing mentally and physically for the last few years. It took him a long time to improve his abilities.

"That's right!" the tallest man shouted, who was known to be the leader of the small group.

Bram took a deep breath, before finally taking a quick step accompanied by a loud shout to spur everyone there to attack him together.

His opponent took out a knife that was clearly larger than Bram's. It was not that he did not have a weapon more powerful than a knife. However, he wanted to see the extent of the prowess of the young man who dared to challenge the Crocodile Dragon Organization.

CLANG ....

Areeeth!!

"You're looking to die, who were you...?" said the tall man.

"Bram Hartanto, I won't let you steal my business land again, proving that you destroyed my papa's club light as well. So I want you to stop destroying S village lands or you'll die right now!" bram.

Ahahaha!!

Seriously, try to prove it!!

Their swords could not penetrate the hands of Bram, who had a lot of salt acid. Insulted, even today it was quite martial when it was in the mountains of gold, fighting the Crystals for the sake of reaching the 100kg golden order hill. Bram has passed, so now fighting the fake mafia Bram will stop for them not to act anymore. Against humans so be it, Bram can be conquered! moreover, fake mafia like those who want to get rich just by asking for rations.

Tlith!!

[ Bram, code xxx0091. Head south, find the dragon code button, push the code to connect to the nearest police assistance room! The mission records automatic cctv for evidence of their guilt.] The message system, making Bram remembered.

Tbc.