My Possessive Badboy's

Revenge is Red - 03

"Fuck!" Sagara shouted in annoyance when he returned to the headquarters and found his three men battered.

Even one of the three is in pretty bad shape.

He had just returned after one of his friends asked him to come. Sagara should have come back with a bright smile framing his face. There was a young man who actually held back furious because he found his men dying.

"Who did it?!" asked the young man holding back the anger.

"Mi-mizar, Boss," said one of them in a stammering voice.

"Shoppers! How dare that guy come here! Still don't understand where the fault lies?!"

No one among his three men gave a response. They groan to endure the pain that radiates throughout the body.

Indeed, before leaving Sagara headquarters a while ago, Sky and Jerome had paralyzed both Black Mamba men to fall down without having time to fight.

"Why did you lose?" sentak Sagara did not believe the condition of his men are sad.

"We-we're off guard, boss. Forgive us."

Furious, Sagara actually threw a punch at one of his men who tried to rise to vent frustration. The skinny young man with a slightly wavy mane, again collapsed beside the gondrong who did not even wake up in the slightest.

Leaving behind another young man who looked trembling in fear. The young man could not even stare at the glittering eyes of Sagara.

"Where is Boy?!" again when I see people trust is not in place.

It should be that guy who is guarding this place so that no intruder would dare to approach. In fact, they were just cheated and made Andromeda can find this place.

"In-he's out looking for cigarettes, boss!" The other Sagara men - thick in stature with fewer wounds than the others - replied in a trembling voice.

"Damn! Is this all you can do?" Sagara went on a rampage and kicked the barrel used as a campfire, causing echoes throughout the room.

"Sorry, Boss!" The skinny one was still trying to get up. However, that second also fell back when he got a second blow from Sagara.

"Gue knows you're not this weak, Jay! Why did you get to bat-belur kayak gini?!" Sagara raised his voice. Now it is aimed at the gondrong that is still lying on the floor of the building.

"Wake you!" he added a little dragging the hand of the gondrong to force him to wake up.

The gondrong's crumbling body staggered as Sagara forced him to stand still. If only the stock had not held him back from behind, perhaps the young man's body collapsed again in an instant.

"Please forgive us, boss. Th-Pity Jay, Boss."

"Lo can still think of that? If you take care of it properly, Jay's condition won't be this bad!"

"Me-they infiltrated secretly, boss. We-we were completely unprepared when he suddenly knocked Jay down."

"Shoppers! Call Boy, now! We have to pay them back tonight!"

***

Mizar's phone is ringing. He turned up the number he had been waiting for since. A contactless number whose owner has even been remembered off the head.

With a faint grin, Mizar pressed the green button and let someone shout from the end of the voice-over call.

"Fuck lo! How dare you come to my place and make a mess! A coward!" sagara shouted in a high tone.

Mizar only chuckled in response. Letting the young man scream until his breath stung. While he himself responded while drinking coffee that he had just brewed a few minutes ago.

The young man could imagine how Sagara looked on the other end. Just imagining it made Mizar laugh with satisfaction.

In contrast to Sagara who is more crazy at the end of the call there.

"Banthosechel lo, Zar! I make calculations because you have dared to mess with me! You think I was kidding when I asked you to do so much, Ara?!"

Mizar's jaw instantly hardened. The young man's hands clenched. Even so, he still tried to remain calm.

It's a mistake if Sagara asks Mizar to step down. Matter Maura he won't just stay quiet. And, Sagara really has picked the wrong opponent.

"Unfortunately you've got to get away from him, bro! He's not at all the same level!"

"Oh yeah? Would he stay quiet if he knew you were a murderer?!" reply Sagara with insulting laughter.

"Lo threaten me in a cheap way like this? Haha ... sorry, Bro. You have to accept the disappointment that it will all be revealed."

"Sat! Let's finish it now, I'll wait for you at the usual place!"

The phone call just got cut off without a goodbye. When Mizar kept the flat object away from his earlobe, several pairs of serious eyes observed the young man from earlier, directly asking what Sagara wanted.

"Ordinary place. Now," Mizar's remark was greeted enthusiastically by the others.

"Well, I'm here if it's a sat-set sat-set gini!" raka's most enthusiastic exclaim compared to the others.

Then a group of young people left the basecamp to get to the place promised by Sagara.

It took no more than twenty minutes to reach the area. Sagara was already there with some of his men.

While Rendra - who Sagara suddenly contacted to prepare for the race area tonight - looked pale as the Andromeda mob approached.

The young man hurriedly approached Mizar as the Andromeda mob marginalized their motorbikes to the road body.

"Lo there is a problem especially with Sagara? He asked me to make an impromptu area. It could be my madness. Lately it's not safe, bro. There are a lot of security guards hanging around." Rendra said with a panicked look.

Mizar patted the boy's shoulder in response. He asked Rendra to remain calm.

"What does he want?" mizar asked in no way seemed daunted even though the young man in front of him was trembling in fear.

"Nantangin lo race. The victor can use the old way to teach the loser." Rendra grew more anxious after saying that sentence.

The old way he just mentioned is a long-abandoned tradition. Where the victor can beat the losing opponent to the point of being completely on the verge of collapse.

Mizar was ready for it all. However, Rendra is mistaken if he thinks that the problem will stop there.

Win or lose, Sagara and his minions will keep fighting. Just look, they've prepared with all sorts of weaponry. Even more than fifteen people gathered in the same place.

"Shoppers, sneaky is also him!" Sky who was beside Mizar gave a response.

"Cih, he's just fighting a duel. Why use the term old tradition? Ineligibility. Attack them," said Raka provoked.

Rendra looked at the young man and Mizar took turns.

"What do you mean, Rak?"

Mizar intervenes. The young man who was still on his bike, chose to go down and stand beside Rendra. He whispered in a soft voice.

"There's one thing you need and can't avoid tonight, Ren. Sagara just wants us to fight agility, not speed. Whoever wins, clashes are inevitable."

"At that time, you know what you have to do, right?!" Mizar gave warning as well as emphasis.