My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

The fight at the pier

"Pretty brave, worthy of the title Young Madam Antasena."

The voice came from behind, where the giant rat had left. Freya squeaked and tried to see in dim lighting. That voice sounds foreign. He couldn't recognize her.

Before long, a black silhouette slowly became clear. A man wearing a black T-shirt and dark blue jeans walked up to Freya. The man wears a face mask like the other kidnappers.

Freya sneered. He looked at the man without fear. Only dare to hide in the dark, but pretentious to be mysterious.

Poems!

It is nothing compared to Pramudya Antasena. Even with Pak Bayu it is not worth comparing.

The man stopped right in front of Freya. Their high difference is a lot. Freya had to look up to look into the man's eyes.

The man lowered his head, then pinched Freya's chin with his right hand.

“Not too pretty, mediocre, but your courage is worth a thumbs up. Other women must have been crying hysterically since being pulled into the car" she said.

Freya thrashed until the man's check was released. So the problem of him being forced into a car and flanked by two body-smelling bastards, then being transported into a hot, dark box car was this bastard's idea?

He-he ....

Freya grinned, then in one very quick motion she raised her right leg and hand together.

“Ugh!” The man choked and curled up in pain.

In an instant a grain of sweat as big as corn dripped from his forehead. He knelt down and gripped his collar* to relieve the piercing pain. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but the punch on his neck hit his jaw firmly. It hurt so much that he wanted to die.

“Bos!” the hustler came forward in a panic, wanting to help his boss, but not knowing what to do. He turned around and glared at Freya ferociously.

“You! Basic ja*lang! How dare you?!”

Freya simply shrugged her shoulders with a helpless expression. His punch never missed. His feet and hands landed where they should be with great precision. He felt very proud and satisfied, but could only hide it with a smile that looked innocent and innocent.

The hustler got up and got emotional, raised his hand and wanted to hit Freya.

"Don't!” The Boss who was still kneeling opened his mouth with great difficulty and made a sound. “I like girls like this. Take him to my place. I want to play around with her before negotiating with her husband."

Freya rolled her eyes and sneered inwardly.

Boss, your two eggs are almost broken. Does your sausage want to be broken too?I'll break it and beat it with pleasure.

Hearing his boss' orders, the two men closest to Freya immediately surrounded. The pushmaker is one of them. He looks the most excited. I don't know what personal grudges he has that it's so good to torture Freya.

“Ja*little lang, after the boss is satisfied to play with you .. then our turn ...” The man reached out and blocked Freya's arm. His words were met with laughter from his colleagues, laughter that perverted and indecent.

"Don't touch me! Goddamn bum!" Freya swears. With a lightning-fast motion, he set foot onto the floor, then spun in the air while twisting the rotten man's hand.

A deafening roar resounded within that stuffy room. The pushmaker fell and sat on the floor as soon as Freya let go of her broken hand, hanging upside down.

Freya's movements were too fast to the point that the fellow man had no time to react. When they came to their senses, Freya was already holding a wooden block and standing with sturdy horses.

“For all of you!” challenge Freya. He spat on the floor with a disgusted expedition.

He would shut up and pretend to be stupid if they just wanted to threaten Pramudya or ask for a ransom. But when it comes to self-esteem .. don't blame him for being cruel!

The Boss got up from the floor while still holding his crotch. He was so angry that his body trembled. No one had ever humiliated himself and his men like this.

Freya laughed and spat on the floor once again.

“You are just like a rat running around in this room. Are you staying here with them? Why not go satisfy yourself with those rats? Let the rats play with your useless stuff,” replied with a mocking smile.

The boss roared in wrath. He desperately wanted to destroy the rancid girl who insulted him. Those stupid fellows of his, how could they not provide any information about this girl's abilities? Totally useless!

“Catch him!” He exclaimed in a hoarse voice, ignoring his still sore throat.

The man whose hand was broken was still crying on the floor, so his three comrades came forward to surround Freya carefully. The girl's ability was unpredictable. The future of the boss was almost destroyed and the hands of their comrades were broken in an instant.

Bro, they're only assigned to kidnap, not fight.

Who knows what else that girl can do. This time they did not dare to be reckless anymore.

Freya spun slowly, following and watching the movements of the three men who surrounded her. When he was slightly off guard, two people lunged forward simultaneously. He twitched to the right, swinging the beam in his hand to hit the head of the man who did not attack him.

The man was surprised to not expect Freya to attack him. He jumped back quickly, but somehow Freya's legs had already floated to his head. He crossed both hands in front of his face.

Bugh!

The kick hit his face with a bang. He bounced and fell down, holding his nose that throbbed pain to the crown. When it touches the base of his nose, he can feel his nose bent and shifted.

A warm, rancid liquid flowed down from his nose, wetting his palms. An expletive swearing came out from his mouth, making more and more blood wash over his hands.

Two of his comrades moved quickly and chased after Freya. One of them floated a twisting kick that landed heavily on the girl's back.

Freya's uprooted. The beam in his hand was thrown out of nowhere. There was no time to feel pain, he immediately jumped up and stood back up. A kick directly stuck out in front of his face. He flexed his spine so that his head almost touched the floor, propped up in both hands, then raised his legs and swung them towards his opponent.

His kick hit the tip of his opponent's chin in a landslide.

The man's head bounced upwards accompanied by a fairly sharp crackling sound. He could feel some teeth being dated. His tongue was almost severed from being bitten. He cupped his face and roared in pain.

A loud “krak” sound was heard when Freya kicked the man's kneecap. His left knee was pushed back, making his legs resemble the letter L with a slightly odd shape.

Yea!

Freya cheered in her heart. Another enemy fell.

Dare to kick me? Feel consequences!

Freya was very eager to praise herself. Not in vain he continued to practice even without the presence of Yoga.

***

Yuhuu, if you like, don't forget to like and comment...

You can also help support author by giving 5 stars rate ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

by clicking here

thank youuu~B