Perfect Son-in-law

BAGBIGBUG

Do you remember who Regar was?

His name is alluded to in the 22nd chapter “stories Samudra”, paragraph to so in the middle.

“Regar!”

The ocean rounded the eyes. “The bastard is still alive apparently.” His heart wrenched.

A feeling of disgust instantly runs through his throat, a stomach that suddenly churns, then ends with ....

“HOEEEKK!”

The ocean spewed out all the food in its hull.

He imagined how Regar thrust his black pen1s in front of the face forced to look up. Indeed, Samudra had not had time to men9ulum such a sausage with his mouth, but disgust has mastered.

Following the screams of Regar's men who blocked him later, “Woyy! Have not yet vomited, 4njing!” The man pushed the Ocean reflex until it fell forward, then kicked it until it fell down even more.

“Do not!” Glorien screeched with his trinkets and tears. But there was nothing he could do. In urgent times like this, sometimes women must train physical muscles to be strong. Unfortunately Glorien did not!

Regar did not recognize the Ocean in the slightest. That includes luck for the Ocean. Luck is at least a new plan.

“Waah! I just realized you guys brought a beautiful female like that!” Reverse forward approached Glorien after laughing at the behavior of the Ocean. “Umm, her body odor makes opium,”. “I think I'll feel at home sticking in the room while remass-packaging this!” Welcomed the laughter of his men.

Glorien shook his head and thrashed around not wanting to be touched. While Regar began to love to kiss the tip of his hair.

Ocean tightens jaws, no Glorien diced-cemek. But he must not be rash to attack, or he will die if careless. The men of Regar were almost all armed. His head started thinking .. how to deal with them.

He then remembered ... in his pants pocket there was a short pen by David that contained voice recordings and GPS. The ocean reached out cautiously as everyone focused on cheering on Regar's actions. The object was not issued, but there was a button up the size of a push to activate what was needed.

May Mada realize it before she and Glorien do harm, Samudra hopes. At least so.

Glorien continued thrashing and shouting unwillingly.

“Samudra, help me!” Which greeted the laughter of Rear and his men again and again.

“Free, Miss Sweet. Your man will not be able to hold us.” Rehearsed laugh again.

“Bos! Turns out she's Glorien Pascal!” One person exclaimed after touching the stuffing of Glorien's bag and found the woman's identity card.

Reverse glares happily accompanied by a widened mouth. “Wow! So you're the great Pascal's daughter.” Glorien's cheeks glimpsed behind him and then grinned. “It is not good to waste the sustenance, Miss. We're having fun first, just ask your dad to ransom.”

The veins on the face of the Ocean were tightening even more. But he must still pretend to be weak by remaining still in a down position.

A few seconds into view, Ocean's eyes found a baseball bat held by one of the men. The standing position of the person was not far enough, only blocked by two people standing side by side.

“I don't want to! Ocean help me!”

The cry of Glorien who was taken away Regar and one of his men further strengthened the resolve of the Ocean.

He looked up at the baseball bat, then up the ceiling.

“One! ... Two!...” He counted in his heart.

“THREE!”

HUUPPI!

BRAAAKK!

Two women buying Rear screaming running around in a mess somewhere.

What happened just now is ... The ocean quickly snatched the baton from the hands of Rear's men, then flung it to the ceiling to smash the lamp and create an instant dark atmosphere.

BAG! THE BIG! BUGS!

“AAARRGGHH!”

The sound of the debugging of the fight began to sound.

“SAMUDRA!” Glorien shouted in fear mixed with worry.

Rear hasn't let her off the check, but stopped her steps to see what's going on in the dark.

The bagbigbug sound has not stopped. Shouts of pain followed filled the entire space until buzzing worship the sky.

The sound of DARDERDOR from haphazard shots adds to the increasingly precarious impression.

The man beside Regar took the initiative to turn on the flashlight on the phone in a down position.

“Not from earlier lu!” Reverse gushed and flapped the back of his head.

“Sorry, Boss. Just sober.”

And the flashlight was on, but it was quiet.

That minimal light was being circulated to every corner. And how surprised they, including Glorien, when found almost all of the Regar's men were already in a state of collapse. Blood flowed here and there even splashed to the wall. A gun was thrown on the floor.

“Bangs4t!” Rear the wrath then rise quickly from his position.

Glorien looked at his face.

“Samudra," he sizzles scared. The ocean is nowhere as far as its eyes catch. Tears flowed without permission through both cheeks. Unfortunately Regar realized and re-drawn it in check.

“No! Release!”” shouted Glorien's refusal as he thrashed. Regar takes him around looking for the perpetrator of the destruction.

“Aaaarrgggh!”

One scream followed again. Regar surprised. It turned out that the flashlight holder was lying under his feet, without being seen who hit. The phone with the flashlight on slammed against the wall far ahead.

Rebar the fog. In the end he chose out to pull Glorien with a step like a blind man. Collide again with whatever is in the way.

From behind the dark walls, the Ocean appeared with a terrible grin. The basball bat in hand he threw in any direction, then stepped out following Rear who took Glorien somewhere.

Outside, the moonlight happened to be brightly lit. Plus a ten-watt bulb still wants to light up on the ceiling of the terrace.

A black jeep parked a little away from the yard, Regar directed his feet towards the vehicle.

“Please me! Release!” Glorien continued to shout in Regar's tight hand pull and began to make him feel pain.

“DIAM!” Rear rebuking hard.

Two more steps to reach the car door, however ....

JEDAGGG!

Rear fell hard. His head hit the car. Someone just kicked his ass.

Glorien was surprised to stand smothering his mouth, then looked back. “Samudra,” call it with rounded eyes.

With a face full of anger, the Ocean advanced past Glorien to pull the collar of the Regar shirt.

BUGS!

A ton landed on Regar's cheek, which instantly spurted blood from the criminal's mouth.

“This balesan for you, Anjin9!” the ocean is full of revenge.

BUGS!

Following the other part of the face of the Regar.

“Lu inget who's the cave, Bangs4t?!” tanya Samudra while pulling the hair of Regar to look up.

With an ill-fated look of helplessness, Regar looked at him. “What are you?” Then chuckle, as he was currently experiencing was just a joke.

“Bangs4t!” The ocean is inflamed by that response, and ....

JDAG!

“Arrrrrggghh!”

BRUK!

Kick in his intimate part, making Rear in pain half to death.

“Died you, Anjin9!” Kick after kick the foot of the Ocean tormenting the ill-fated body of Regar.

“SAMUDRA, UDAAH!”

The cry of Glorien then resuscitated him.