Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 17 - Unleash the Beast Part 2

The three remaining thugs of Saud's friends, no longer able to hold back his fear. Two of them fell on the floor wet with rain.

One more man managed to remain standing with trembling knees, but there was a clear yellow liquid flowing down from his groin, mixed with rainwater that soaked his body.

Munding was still enjoying the sensation of strength he got from the kick he had just laid. His legs are still raised in the kicking position and his body is leaning backwards for balance. His posture looks as if it resembles the letter ‘T’, just like the name of the kick he just did.

“It's real,” said Munding in heart, “I can feel it, I'm faster and stronger.”

Munding lowered his legs and looked around him. Munding suddenly felt that he was ‘something’ other than the people in front of him.

He felt that he and they were not the same species.

“They are weak, very weak. If I wanted to, maybe I could crack their heads with the punch of my hand,” Munding muttered inwardly.

The moans of some of the thugs lying on the floor were heard softly amidst the drizzling sounds of rain. Munding then walked towards the jamu stall. Munding sat on the long wooden chair that was there.

“Take Saud jacket for me. I love the jacket,” said Munding towards the two thugs sitting on the paving floor.

Like listening to a demonic voice in the middle of the night, the two of them stood up quickly and ran towards Saud and nervously removed the black jumper that Saud was still wearing. Within minutes, they were already standing behind Munding while bowing his head and handing Saud's black jumper to Munding.

“You take Saud and your friends for treatment, if Saud is aware to tell him, my enemy calls me Kebo, next time you see me on the street, you better avoid, otherwise, I'm telling you guys the same as tonight, do you know?” Munding.

“We understand ..” said the two men in unison.

And just as a dead prisoner got an amnesty, they both immediately woke up his friends who were still moaning and invited them to pick up Saud and the ill-fated thugs lying in front of the side stall.

Just stay Munding and the girl the keeper of the herbal stall now.

From earlier the girl stood in her place stricken with fear with trembling knees. His hand holding the drink bottle also seemed to shake.

The Mba jumped from where he stood because he was so shocked. Almost the bottle in his hand fell to the floor. He glanced at Munding with a frightened look on his face, but he still picked up the washcloth on his stall table and approached Munding.

Mbak gave the washcloth to Munding without daring to look at Munding. Munding took a washcloth from the mother's hand and used it to wipe away the blood that covered her fists.

“Still.. Here's the lap, sorry dirty,” said Munding as he stuck out the lap with his right hand.

The Mbak, who was wearing a tight shirt and short skirt, grabbed the washcloth extended by Munding, but as soon as his hand was outstretched, he felt his hand being caught by the scary guy. Munding held onto the mother's hand and pulled her into her arms.

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“I take a clean tissue first Yes Mas, to clean Mas,” he said flirtatiously and gently.

But suddenly Munding seemed to wake up and looked rather shocked by what had just happened.

Munding quickly pulled his trousers up and ran outside from the herbal stall. His hand reflexively grabbed the black jumper Saud put on the desk and then Munding ran towards his motorbike.

Munding immediately turned on his motor and disappeared in the dark of the night accompanied by a drizzle of rain. The maidservant of the herbal stall was still stunned by the tissue held in his hand.

He had a chance to see Munding's shocked and shocked expression just before he ran away. And he's sure it wasn't made up.

“It turns out he's still a boy. And he did not even ask my name though,” the inner Mbak while smiling wryly.

The ma'am of the herbal stall keeper then walked forward to close his watch stall. There was only one piece of information he knew about the mysterious young man.

The young man claimed to be named Kebo, and he was convinced that the name was a pseudonym. There may be parents who would name their children with such a name.