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Cheers mixed with claps of hundreds of pairs of hands, filled the entire large room of more than three hundred square meters.

"SORT IT!! FINISH IT!! DON'T GIVE ME MERCY!!!"

At least that's the rowdy sentence that sounds like a simple reply between two different camps that support their heroes who fight on the grand stage of Mixed Martial Arts or MMA, respectively.

Sweat crystals fell from the forehead to all parts of Andromeda's body. The sharp look in his eyes revealed a dense killing aura. The twisting motion of the arms rotates against each other between him and his opponent, with the fist that is both tilted, making the fight look even more challenging.

Andromeda and his opponent began to struggle again with fierce free-attack moves - according to the rules of the game. They both do not want to be defeated.

Legam rival Andromeda man is quite difficult to fall. Round by round missed with comparable results. And this is the deciding round.

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This is not the famous UFC event, just a friendly match held by a party. Andromeda tried his luck, without a coach. He is a lover of martial arts. Which he has learned almost of all kinds.

Andromeda dropped out of the arena with a victory, having successfully subverted his opponent using his flagship jutsu. The applause and shouting of his supporters who are not only from among the men alone, may tear his eardrum if it lasts a long time in that place.

Honestly speaking, if he could ask for it, he wanted the fight without the people below the stage who were very noisy and really bothered him. He doesn't like crowds. But he likes that match.

"You're so great, Young Master. That was awesome!" Sean continued to chirp with an excited expression. He really enjoyed the euphoria of his boss' victory.

"Back to the hotel!" Andromeda said it briefly, without poking at his assistant's babble. Both are now walking up the corridor is still part of the magnificent building where the match.

Andromeda escaped from the sea of humans who were constantly chasing him with blinding camera shots. As if the trigger of an explosion contains hysterical screams of women who in an instant become adorers. Either because he is a winner .. or because of his good looks beyond world-class actors, which God has bestowed on him.

Probably both.

Sean simply swerved in response to Andromeda's reply. You freak! he swore in his heart. "But my stomach is hungry, Young Master."

"Find a Korean restaurant!" cetus Andromeda. "I want to eat kimchi."

Sean's crap-looking changed into a fluffy smile. "Okay, Young Master!" In terms of food, Andromeda is indeed worthy of worship, according to Sean. The man can always pamper his stomach with classy food, without the need to spend his limited pocket.

A few moments' lapse.

The white car that dragged Andromeda with Sean as a driver, casually drove through the streets in the middle of the big city. The streets began to bristle because the task of the sun was over, replaced by lights with yellowish white light that hung in every corner of the city.

SEO JIN - WOO

The name, which is boldly printed with all capital letters, is emblazoned under a portrait of a narrow-eyed man with a wide smile on a canopy in front of a restaurant. Maybe that person is the owner, Sean thought.

Sean smiled at the picture that was larger than his size. "Serve me well, Mr.Jin Woo," she said foolishly, as if the man in the picture could cut her off.

"Jilati the photo until you're full" Andromeda chirped as he walked past Sean, entering the restaurant's inner grounds.

Sean stared at the sturdy back with pursed lips, but also caught up with it shortly afterwards.

Andromeda has relaxed with her position on a chair, alongside the phone she currently plays on. The food Sean ordered was of the same kind. They just wait.

At that time Andromeda seemed to rise from his place, after putting his phone in the pocket of a sports jacket he wore. Before their orders came.

"Toilet" Andromeda said briefly as he walked away leaving Sean who only shrugged his shoulders in response to his boss's annoying attitude. The attitude he hated but also pleased him. Andromeda always cared about her, even her family. Only the manner of delivery is unusual.

Andromeda had just popped out of one of the men's toilet cubicles, after pressing his bladder load out. A moment of reflection, putting his fingers on his messy-looking hair, back.

At the same time, it appears that a man has just entered one of the cubicles. Andromeda caught the image of the man in the mirror before him. Why do I feel like I've seen it? He scrunched his face trying to remember.

Not yet had Andromeda found the answer, the man in the toilet had gone out first. His leisurely pace stood in front of another mirror beside Andromeda, turned the sink faucet, then washed his face that did not look dull in the slightest.

Andromeda looked at him, but with his head straight ahead. Exactly a stalker. And that's when the man's memories began to work meticulously. "Sorry, are you ...." Quite doubtful Andromeda mentioned the name of the man he had just remembered. ".... Kenan Linga?"

The activities of the man next to him were stopped. Drips of water still filled his face, falling down. He turned to Andromeda who was currently looking at him curiously. "You ... who?" tanyanya. "Have we known each other before?" His right hand grabbed a piece of tissue that he then rubbed into his face.

Andromeda smile. It turns out he was. He looked back straight at the mirror. "Unfortunately no. But we've talked to each other," he replied casually, recalling the incident.

Yes, that man Kenan Lingga. He frowned at Andromeda's reply. "You mean?"

With his smile still, Andromeda shifted his body facing straight at Kenan Lingga. "A cup of americano, it seems nice to accompany a casual chat tonight."

Sure enough, two cups of Americano espreso had just been placed by a male servant on a round table in front of Andromeda and Kenan Lingga.

Beside the two, Sean was already busy eating his food confidently, without caring about the existence of the two men sitting opposite each other nearby. Stomach affairs where caring about, Sean studied.

"So, where do you know me from?" Kenan Lingga opened the conversation.

Andromeda smiled again. "Drink first, Mr. Kenan. No need to rush," he said lightly. Lifting the coffee cup in front of him, then sipping it feelingly. "It's not good to ignore something." Then put the cup back where it came from.

Sean scrunched up his smile, staring at the look on Kenan Lingga's face that seemed to be holding something back. Congratulations, sir, Sean's heart made fun of the stranger.

One sip of coffee spread into the mouth of Kenan Lingga. Not sweet enough to control the actual temperament is bad enough. But this time he tried to be detained for an explanation from a man, who suddenly claimed to have spoken to him.

"You know Nadiah?"

The second moment failed to reach Kenan Lingga's lips. His round eyes grew rounder looking at Andromeda who had just mentioned a name. Did he not hear wrong? "You know Nadiah too?"

Leisurely Andromeda threw his back on the back of the chair. "It looks like it is." With a light tone that swore for anything, Kenan Lingga disliked.

"When have we ever spoken?" Kenan Lingga put up his serious look. "And who is this Master?"

Sean stopped his mouthful, thinly raising his face observing the two men taking turns, through the tail of his eyes.

"I'm Andromeda. Youremember?" andromeda asked with a beautiful look.

Somehow Andromeda's face was getting annoying in Kenan Lingga's eyes, when he was in the curious zone like this, the man even looked as if he was mocking him. Not polite! And they just now look at each other.

Kenan Linga ignited his mind to work. And vertical stared at Andromeda after the memory was acquired shortly afterwards. "You .. who picked up my phone that time?"

Andromeda smiled again. "really. That's me ... Mr. Kenan."