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Gibran limps in the interrogation room after he was brutally beaten by police.

He also did not dare to use his power at the police station, as it would definitely create a commotion and he did not want to be a bad citizen when he destroyed the public facilities.

The man was unconscious and made the police growl.

"Damn it!!!" The police shouted as they grabbed her hair along with several people dressed in black who entered the room.

"Will he open his mouth?" Asked the man dressed in black while looking at Gibran lying on the floor.

"Sorry sir, he didn't want to say it, but I made him so unconscious, but he still didn't want to open his mouth," the policeman replied immediately making the man in black gnash his teeth and then without warning he swung his hand at the policeman in front of him.

Buk!!

Brak!!

The policeman fell to the floor grimacing in pain as he did not expect that the man would punch him so hard.

"That he, that man is the only key to us getting that money and the stuff that's with him," said the man dressed all in black immediately embraced by his men until they brought Gibran out of there.

The policeman who saw the incident gritted his teeth, "fucking basics, why should the police be trampled by a fucking mobster like them???" Getam that man who actually had been very sick of the mafia behavior, they controlled the police to the police like their pet dog.

While Gibran was taken away to the man's house unconscious until he arrived at a slum located underground.

Byurr.....!!

The cold water that suddenly flushed against his body instantly made the man finally wake up in great shock.

The man who was the leader was sitting on a chair while watching him with his men standing to his left and right.

As Gibran tried to sit down, the man saw a knife played by the man.

"This knife is small but sharp, it can kill a person with just one scratch. What say?" Asked the man who was sitting on the chair while looking at Gibran who was holding his arm that felt so painful.

"Did you bring me from the police station here?" Gibran asked as he watched the place there, and he hoped there would be a way for him to escape.

The man standing next to the man sitting on the chair instantly gritted his teeth and glared at Gibran, "Damn it!! How dare you be so presumptuous to our boss?!! Answer the question and don't ask back!!!" Shouted the man.

"Ah, what was the question? I'm sorry I forgot" Gibran said with a mocking smile at the men in front of him.

Gibran's smile immediately made the people there feel so smoking that some of the subordinates who stood up to look at Gibran when the man who sat in the chair gave the code to remain silent in their place.

The man stood up, and he walked over to Gibran and played the knife in his hand, "you have a lot of guts, but only a former drug addict became the dog of a motorcycle gang. Looks like the biker gang boss didn't teach you well that a dog never barks at a person with power." Said the man while smiling mockingly looking at Gibran.

"really??" Gibran said as he sharpened his gaze so that he made the man in front of him feel the consequences if he dared to make trouble with him.

But when he thought the lightning strike from the sharp gaze of his eyes would make the man in front of him flung from before him, he frowned even more when it turned out that what he expected to happen did not happen.

'What's going on? Why did my power disappear?' gibran said in a heart that was now anxious that he might be killed in that place.