Perfect Son-in-law

BAGBIGBUG Again

Clashes between the two camps are ongoing. Mutual jotos, kick kicks, thumping, boisterous sounds.

They are the Black Pen and Dazh's men.

Mada also tested her muscle endurance, mingling violently with the occasional yell in a punch blindly mimicking a kung fu shout. His fists were steady, but the tip he ran in disarray after seeing an opponent carrying a big badik about to pounce on him.

Mada pursued. “Satan! It's a big bangeeet!”

“Don't run you!” Opponents shouting.

“Think of crazy kebo cave!” umpat Mada's. “No ko'it cave running, Shucks!” Turn motion there motion here looking for a good way. “Saaaammm!” his cry called the Ocean. “Tolongin guaaa!” Now he's a cat with his opponent. Spin around like a comedy.

No one can use a weapon. Around it were only large blocks that were not yet smooth. Where he can carry.

Until his attention is stolen by something.

In front there was a pile of bamboo. Mada looked at the brother behind him. Still chasing too, while continuing to brandish his weapon that swore for anything .. not really, Anjim!

“Sial!” To all of his mouth.

“Where are you running?!” The man shouted again.

Mada had an idea with the bamboo logs.

At the end, a neat pile of bamboo was pushed until it fell rolling. He was quick to stop getting hit.

“WO wo wo!” Opponent's hassles. His feet play with the intact bamboo stems that move, coiled up to maintain balance. And ....

BRUK!

“Hahahaha! Rasain lu!” Mada laughed mockingly. The man collapsed on his back with his legs pointed high up. Next the bastard ran to another part, following his oceans.

Samudra himself accompanied by David slipped out in the midst of the commotion of his colleagues earlier, entered through the room to find Ernest's whereabouts.

Mada's screams echoed in the distance, both of them just bells, not showing anxious looks, because the Shucks' laughter followed later.

“They are not too many! Our men can definitely ngadepin.”

Hearing that voice, Ocean and David were instantly on guard. Hide behind a pile of raised wooden valets.

The ocean peered slightly from the not-so-big valet gap.

Dazh and five of his men went down the coiled iron staircase.

Unlike Edmon, Dazh does not speak Indonesian. One of his men acted as a translator for the Russian man, as well as for his colleagues who did not understand English. Call it the translator Birawa. The tall, crested black-haired man who was brandishing challenged the sky.

“Kill them! Don't leave anyone out!” dazh orders with a tight face.

“Yess, Boss!” Birawa goes on to her colleagues, “Stop them all!”

The rest of them rushed off to carry out the orders after nodding at each other.

“Hello, Dude.” The ocean came out of hiding after a state of silence. Stop Dazh and Birawa's steps that will turn in a direction.

Dazh flipped his body and then flinched. “You!”

“We meet again, Dazh. You're getting handsome.” The ocean greeted with a grin, sok-an praised.

A pair of Dazh eyes sharpened wide. The upper and lower teeth clashed against each other. It's not that he doesn't like being praised handsome, but look first, who's complimenting. That fucking guy isn't Marion Jolla.

Birawa beside him was already preparing with a fist.

David was still snacking leisurely behind the Ocean, occasionally flicking his results into the air.

“Beat him!” Dazh encourages Birawa to move.

Birawa nodded, then immediately lunged without babibu.

“KYAAA!”

David slams forward, welcoming Birawa's attack that seems to be underestimated.

BAG! THE BIG! BUGS!

The ocean turned to David who was already busy with his duties, then looked at Dazh. The blonde guy was the same. The eyes of the sharp eagle want to prey.

The ocean is ready, and ....

BAG! THE BIG! BUGS!

Pitting a quick punch with Dazh, it looks exciting.

The goods around the area fell because they were pushed. Their little battle would probably be quite time consuming.

In another position.

Mada who moved himself still stepped left and right. Unexpectedly, the old building he stepped on was wide enough for the size of the wood frying.

“SAM! DEPE!” The idiot was screaming.

And it just so happens that someone welcomes.

“KYAAAKK!”

Mada looked up and was surprised.

Damnit damnit! Maybe have a personal grudge, the bad guy who just appeared again. But the badiknya stay a piece, the rest go nowhere.

This time inevitably Mada forward to retaliate attack.

BUGS!

One leg kick Mada managed to thwart the man's attack. Pushed against the wall and then pitted.

Her, that damn badik can not be separated from his hands.

PAUSE!

The next kick from Mada and the same leg, the person screamed in pain. Holding a jaw that may have had its bones shifted.

“Rasain you!" Mada mocked with her hands still clenched.

DAG!

The next kick he hit again. Following another thousand blows is no less harsh. “Mampus lu! Mampus lu!”

He got up after being content to beat. “Sok-sok'an want to fight the cave anyway!”

Polishing his nose was short and proud, then slanting away.

His opponent has fallen.

Step over, taking Mada on a dark staircase and swooping down. He frowned looking down, then turned left and right. “What room is yak?” ask her-to herself. He shuddered in horror as the cold wind polished his thin nape. “Cock serem?”

Inevitably, curiosity was far greater than his fear. He has been practicing martial arts hard in the Krivinskiy Forest of Russia, along with Samudra and some colleagues. Many wild animals that sometimes scare but do not make die, the quiet room time doang afraid?

Step by step down compiled the original Depok man. The more down the musty smell the more pungent, messing up his nose which used to smell the aroma of rawon made by Ncing Ider which often roasted on the road ahead.

“Njirr. Ruck." His mouth kept on slurping.

Finally the last ladder.

It was not as bad as Mada had imagined. There was a lamp of [possibly] five watts, hanging around a beam that ran across the ceiling.

There was nothing as Mada's eyes could see. But he turned around a minute later.

“NEST!” his yell.

On one side of space, Ernest was in a terrible state. His hands were tied hanging high with his body half standing. His head is slumped. The sweet face of his babyface is bruised blue with blood that begins to dry. Her hair was soaked that it was not fashioned.

Mada quickly looked in front of him.

“Nest! Wake, Nest!” Ernest's cheeks were patted. His chest rumbled worriedly not a bitch.

The rope wrapped around Ernest's hard hand was removed by Mada. Although it was quite difficult, but it worked as well. Ernest immediately collapsed and Mada held back as much as possible.

Now the young man was laid Mada on the dirty floor. Chest, nostrils, pulse, all Mada make sure the situation. And ....

“God ...”