Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter
Chapter 237 - Intention
Aisah just nodded her head, “I don't know what she's thinking by doing this. But I can easily recognize his serum,” murmured Aisah.
“She's unique. He became a fighter because of his ability to develop chemical drugs. He then tested the serum on himself. And managed to become a fighting wolf,” continued Aisah.
“But the road is a pseudo road. A fighter will never really be strong when he depends on outside factors,” Leman said.
“Many people are willing to do everything to get what he wants Bang,” said Aisah.
The nurse was confused and did not understand what they were talking about.
“What do you think the Clown's intention is to do this?” ask Leman.
“I don't know Bang, but he mixed the serum he developed to improve the ability of a awakening fighter to be an initiation fighter for a while. Physically of course. Therefore Nurul's body which was only a normal human without any exercise was automatically forced to receive an unusually large amount of energy from that serum and suffered a failure. I'm sure Nurul must now be feeling tremendous pain and exhaustion,” Aisah long replied.
“Or did Nurul suddenly wake up and become a fighting wolf?” joked Leman with a small laugh.
“Ni gate don't joke, she just so Mom you know Bang,” protest Aisah.
Cynthia just smiled. They started to joke. That means the critical period has passed and he gave thanks for successfully handling this problem quickly and precisely.
“Teacher, what do we do to him?” cynthia asked while looking at the nurse.
The nurse quickly put up her ear to listen to the verdict that was about to be handed to her.
“Whatever the story is, he tried to kill my family. I deserve his life. But we'll just let him go. He will not live to see the sun tomorrow morning,” said Aisah.
The nurse was obviously shocked when she heard the woman's words.
“I'm sorry. I'd do anything. Please forgive me,” said the Nurse while pleading with Aisah.
“Not. I'm gonna let you go. After this, you are free to go home. But I can't guarantee that the person who told you to do this job will just let you go,” said Aisah slowly.
“Nona Cynthia, help me. Save me. Let me stay here,” whine the Nurse to Cynthia.
“You broke the company's rules and almost got my family into big trouble. You're fired and we don't have any more business with you. Please leave this place willingly or I will ask for security to expel you,” said Cythia flatly.
“Nona, Nonaaaaa... I beg.” but haven't had time for her words to come out yet, Cynthia gestured to the security who was outside the room to take the woman away.
There are only three of them in this room.
“We should know Clown's motives for doing this. There's no way he's moving alone,” muttered Leman.
“I know. But the most important thing at the moment is not to attack but to defend. Survive as best you can. This was just a test attack from them. We don't know what they're going to do next,” said Aisah, “and I desperately need a break,” he continued with a bitter smile.
“Teacher, let Cynthia interracial,” take Cynthia while returning to memapah Aisah who still looks exhausted.
“Hmmm,” Leman just muttered while nodding his head.
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“Wait!! It wasn't my fault!” shouted a woman whose body looks wounded here and whose clothes are no longer shaped.
He crawled and whimpered in pain in a karaoke room with the sound of a loud, deafening song. In front of him sat a man dressed in the costume of a clown with a face that was not funny but rather terrible. That was the man who had just tortured the woman.
“A simple task. You just have to add the medicine I gave you to the anesthetic that you have to inject. And you failed!” said the Clown with a broken voice and Indonesian language that is not smooth.
“Tree. I told you it wasn't my fault. A woman came in after the operation. It was the woman who managed to revive the victim after I injected the medicine you gave me,” the Nurse said quickly.
“Women?” clown asked confusedly.
“Tell me!” clown ordered after a silence and thought.
The nurse took a deep breath and began to recount the senseless incident she had seen in the operating room. When suddenly there is a needle that floats without being held. When the needle suddenly flew and then turned into a colorful powder and enveloped the patient's entire body. Everything was. Even though he himself had felt that what he saw was a hallucination.
“Hmmmmm, one more,” murmur Clown.
From the dark corner of this room that was not reached by the light of the lamp, a voice could be heard speaking in English towards Clown.
“We already have information about 5 people. Leman - hardness, Dirman - wisdom, Nasution - belief, Paul - persistence, and Titis - agility. But who is this woman? What's the concept?”
“Manifestation of intent into needles? Then the needle crumbled into dust? And dust enveloped the patient's body? Defense or offense? What concept does he have. Clown, you need to find out about this woman. We must gather all the accurate information about the combat power that is here before attacking them violently and suddenly and then make the foundation of this country collapse from its roots.”
“Ready,” Clown replied without refuting at all.
“Your use is over. That means you're just a burden. And I don't like weights,” muttered Clown as he walked up to the nurse and exhaled his breath towards the woman.
The nurse only smelled a slightly fragrant smell before it turned dark. He died, though he did not feel any pain when he died.
“Fighters in this country always fight against each other. They're just like a bunch of ******thin bone-jumping skinny guys. Same bones from decades ago. Never tried to grow up,” muttered the voice that was in the darkness.
“It is our job to wake them up,” answered another voice while chuckling.
“I want a woman with that needle. If we meet him, he's mine. Do you know how little the female combat population has reached the stage of manifestation? I want to try it,” shouted one of the voices with a perverted and disgusting tone.
A chuckling laugh could be heard from various corners of this mostly dark room.
Clown could only bow his head and say nothing. In front of a horde of brawlers of such manifestation, Clown might fly into space if one of them happens to be farting and Clown is behind him.
