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11. The Perfect Plan

People in the gym made a dividing circle, so that between me and the crack no one could escape, after the man without the prisoner number clapped his hands twice. I was quite amazed actually by their actions. It looks like scenes in the movie.

One of the inmates from the crowd slightly advanced and said: "Atos! Adu Jotos, five leaders with representatives Slamet Gundul against nine-eight-nam. It won't end unless someone gives up, someone faints, or someone dies."

Again, hearing the word 'dead' made my guts shriek. Because after all I am just a man who will only turn 23 years old on March 23, 2019. So, I should have been a little unsure if I had to fight against such parents. Especially after hearing the title of that person who often made his opponents die. Really, I feel like giving up. But of course it's impossible. After all, a man should not give up before trying, let alone in a war. So, let me try my luck again today.

The man in front of me raised an eyebrow, then grinned. I could tell that he was enjoying his excitement against a boy like me. And if it's true that he underestimated my strength, I might be able to get a chance to knock him unconscious. Goods kali. Hope so.

I put up the front right horses, defensive position. Waiting for Slamet Gundul to attack first. A minute, five minutes, he was still in the midst of the convicts' cheers, making my heart gurgle. I mustn't let down my guard against him, I could have fainted on the first strike. Finally, the lightning-fast item the man launched a fist that forced me to jump backwards with my head leaning further back.

"He he," The man laughed cheerfully and came back to attack me.

I couldn't avoid going sideways to counterattack despite my previous fights, this time I just kept away to avoid the rain of slamet Gundul blows.

"Shirt you coward!" He growls.

Followed by the cries of the audience who basically said the same. Told me not only to avoid, but to do something in return. But I didn't obey. I focused more on defense for now, hoping that there would come a time where the man was off guard so that I could land a fist on his body.

I don't know how many times I've circled the match area, and still haven't found my chance to attack. I was fooled by his fake fist, Slamet Gundul kicked my right calf to make me lose balance and then back punching which fortunately I could avoid by forcing the body to collapse and change the flow of his attack using a two-handed stalk. Then I did a sweep that he managed to overcome, only slightly lifting his right leg. Next the man deliberately tried to step on my cock, making me retreat hastily.

"Ha ha," his laughter again bubbled with the cheers of the inmates who were the boundary of the battle area. "What's the kid? You're sweating so much. Is your chest tight? Is your breath heavy? Are you tired? Ha ha... It makes it easier for me to finish you off!"

"We'll see, ugly." I replied mockingly in hunting breath. What he said was not wrong. And of course I quickly felt tired due to the aura from him, and the way he fought that was more proficient than me. Slamet Gundul is nicknamed a brew by a man without a prisoner number. That person must have fought very often, and he might have enjoyed it as well.

I again retreated to avoid the Slamet Gundul boxing, but not too far away than before. This time I tried to adjust the rhythm of his attack by fending off, but still did not take my eyes off his feet. That's the time he'll strike my leg again. And after feeling enough, I hit the curve of his elbow after dodging and deflecting. It took me at least seven times until the man stopped punching me.

Now, Slamet Gundul was silent, his hands were trembling, his eyes were grim with teeth chattering. After that, he threw various kicks at me. Faster, and more brutal.

I use it to avoid and look up the legs that are used as a focus. Once, twice, until he fell down somehow.

The crowd suddenly disappeared instantly. Then switch to noise as they whisper to each other.

If my ears don't hear me wrong, they say: "Crazy! I just saw the bewok get overwhelmed like that, until it fell anyway."; "Is the brew already cemen?"; "It could be, the opponent is that kind of flattened."; and so on.

In my heart I refused it. Besides, I'm very determined to face Slamet Gundul. Indeed, the spectators could only comment without knowing what the people in the arena felt like.

The man got up with the same expression as before. Bend and extend both arms and then massage the elbow indentation for a few moments. While I was just silent, giving him some time to recuperate. It was not my intention to insult him by giving him a chance to heal his wounds. No. gabe. Of course not. I just don't like to play against people who can't attack. Especially in an official fight like this. Atos. Adu Jotos's.

With one breath Slamet Gundul jumped and hit me. Overwhelmed me and directed his bogem towards my face. I tried to dodge and fend off, even though his fists were still hitting me. At the same time, I forced myself to punch him in the face. And it's in. Forcing the man to stop attacking and holding his bloody nose. I made use of it by hitting him back, forcing him to tumble over so I could escape and rise perfectly.

I set the heart rhythm amid the cheers of the prisoners of war. "Give up" I said asking him to stop this meaningless fight.

"Bad you're a kid!" yells. With one hand on his face he stood. Put up an attacking position and step slowly. Then launch his fist that I managed to brush and I did counter attack right towards his face. Once, twice, until he finally retreated with a body swaying like a tree in the strong wind.

I approached, hit him twice, then grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him hard to hit my right knee, causing Slamet Gundul to crash and hit the ground. As he tried to get up, I stomped on his back repeatedly and then dropped down and locked my hands. The man groaned as I pulled his left hand further to the right, twisting his joints greatly. Until then he patted the floor and exclaimed: "I give up,"

I breathed a sigh of relief. Unleashed my attacks. And step back. Make room for him. However, in an instant, two inmates held out my right and left hands. Then another prisoner hit me in the stomach.

"What does this mean?!" I called out after receiving the fourth blow.

I saw Slamet Gundul rise. The width is shiny. Closer to me. Then hit me in the face.

I growl. Can only reply with a look in the eyes. Both of my hands were completely slaughtered strongly, it was hard for me to let go.

"Well, I admit you're talented, boy." said the man without the prisoner number. "I still can't believe you can beat our bouncer" he added. "But you're still a boy, inexperienced!"

"Ha ha ha. I did not expect, you dared to enter the opponent's nest without knowing anything about us. Very stupid." continued prisoner 101.

"Nine-eight-nam!" exclaim Herman. "Don't think a strong person can master everything in this place! Nay! That's a big mistake! Muscle brains like you will just end up being babu, nothing more!" He explains.

"That's right! You're so easy to trap." said Lucas.

From the Northeast side Burhan walked towards me. Through brewok. Facing me and smiling. "Here, you can't trust anyone" he said, punching me hard in the face.

"Why are you laughing, motherfucker?!" furious Burhan. Then he landed his bogem back at me.

"You think I'm that stupid?" I asked.

When the gay man was about to hit me again, the man without the prisoner number spoke up. Forcing that guy away from me. "What do you mean, boy?!"

"I know that only Burhan works for Kusnandar." I said.

"Lot of lo, boy!"

"Buckles!" snapping the man without the prisoner number stopped the action of Slamet Gundul who wanted to hit me in the face with his fist. "Continue, boy!"

"I accidentally saw, Burhan broke up with Herman, then gave him money secretly" I said.

"What's the problem? We are ordinary for money." - Serobot Burhan.

"That's breakfast time. And right then and there, Herman came to my place."

I saw Burhan's eyes turn surprised.

"As long as I'm next to Herman's cell. Never once did he talk about 'makar' or Kusnandar. So I'm sure Burhan paid Herman to go after the man in front of me. Unfortunately, Herman actually invites me to make a fuss." I explained.

"Sweety!" Spit Herman to his left side.

"Because the plan failed, and Herman bonyok because of me. You two made plans to frame me. Deliberately bribing the officer to make me take a bath in the officer's bathroom, where I met you, Burhan." I'm proceeding. "Burhan was also following the bonyok."

"Shut up!" snapped a faggot guy.

"So before free time comes, you deliberately ask the help of other block leaders to finish me off. And you chose this place. Where your people are all gathered. Where the guards won't come to this place." I obviously argued.

"That's just your thinking, doesn't prove that only Fatty Man works for Kusnandar" said prisoner 101.

"Each block leader often gathers at any time." I said sneak. "A stupid excuse to have your subordinates talk that way."

"Our subordinates said you?! You said: 'Almost everyone here knows, ' So what's the problem?" response of prisoners 101.

"In the criminal world. The leaders of the bloc gather only for power struggles. And they always bring their men. But, your subordinates say: 'We never know where and when our Boss is gathering with the other block leaders.' That's so ridiculous to me."

This time, there was no response like before. So I continued my explanation. "It's not just me, some of your subordinates also don't believe that the boss often gathers with other block leaders. More than that, the guards didn't trust him either."

"Brengseeek!!!"

"Open!!!" herman shouted along with Burhan's call.

"Already, already. In fact, nine-eight-nam already knew about it. There's no need to regret it." interrupted the man without the prisoner number. "Again, we can finish him here right now." He clapped his hands, and out came the men with heavy weapons in their hands following the footsteps of Woro who came out from the North door.

Instantly their gazes turned sharp. Pressing their fists until they produce a sound.

I chuckled again. "Don't you think I came here unprepared!"

A second later, the sound of the door being opened. Then enter the people with various weapons. Getting the two behind me to let go of his grip, then get together with the leaders of the bloc.

"Who are they?" Lucas asked.

"They are the people you frequently bully. They will all end the leadership of the bloc!" I exclaimed.

"Bad!" the man without the prisoner number. "You've planned all this?!"

"Ah," Noddle. "Here, you can't trust anyone." I said mimicking Burhan's earlier remark. Then shouted: "Seraaang!!!"