Perfect Son-in-law

Hi, Uncle!

A car chase occurs between the Ocean with a figure who is none other than the fugitive Toddy.

Toddy realizes the existence of the Ocean just as the light turns green.

Surprise was brushed aside quickly, blacked out, and then put up an escape signal.

"Damn it how can it still be alive?" He growled, not thinking of himself. Big bomb blasts can't even go through. "What's he really made of?"

The Samudra car was still driving behind him. The highest speed they run is not using the brain. The road situation is still very crowded because the clock numbers are still very young to sleep. Many vehicles pressed the horn to a shrill and unpretentious, reprimanding two careless vehicles.

The traffic police immediately chased after seeing the scene of the street rangers. But dear will not be easy for him who is accustomed to obey the rules of the road. The fucking rogues have moved away in no direction. He lost track in an instant.

CKIIIDDD!

But for Samudra .. is nothing. The car he was driving had already crossed the car run by Toddy Wen.

"DAMN IT!" as if Toddy was hitting the steering wheel. He lost again. Regretting how much he could meet the source of disaster in his life, countless lives will soon return to make him a sickly man.

Judging how the Ocean drives, willing to run until wherever he must be chased, aggravated by the fuel that has almost reached the limit line. It's just free.

With vexation, inevitably he faced the damn thing with his body, without any capital.

The ocean grinned as it saw Toddy coming down from his car empty-handed. The phone was placed into the next seat after contacting the police, reporting that the person they had been looking for had been found.

But before the officers actually came, it didn't deserve to be a loser. It's a shame if it's not used as well as the head.

Alright.

In a relaxed style, he also got out of the car after taking off the suit which a moment ago still wrapped his muscular body. The cold air of Moscow in the dark is not a problem. He'll be sweating in a minute.

"Hi, Uncle. We meet again."

"Shut your mouth and face me quickly!" challenge Toddy. Pretty confident.

Samudra wanted to laugh but was held back, afraid that Toddy really had studied to Mount Fuji and had fighting power like Bruce Li, or at least like Mat Togar, champion of Betawi.

 At least he was happy, got an opponent who did not pee easily in his pants.

Wanting to finish quickly and leave immediately, Toddy advanced first with a ready head.

Not having time to roll up the sleeves of the shirt, the Ocean immediately blocked.

The fight goes on without babibu.

For a recidivist and former prodeo hotel occupant for many years, Toddy's punches can not be underestimated. He played the gang leader in prison. Kick hit and tonjok is certainly ordinary.

It's been two minutes. They are like two male lions fighting over a female cheetah.

BAMM!

Toddy bounced off his car face straight into the sky, spurting blood from his mouth after a single blow from the ocean hit his left jaw. That's hurtful.

He will rise again to fight, but the ocean will not be silent. One raw punch landed back in Toddy's stomach, curled up and rolled and fell to the bottom of the road. A hard blow to the face landed again, automatically making Toddy even more helpless. His vision began to wither, gradually darkened, then blackened completely-unconscious.

"Huff!" The breath of the Ocean sounded harsh. He ruffled his waist while staring at the bark who somehow could be his father Charlotte. Ah, the girl was even embarrassed to admit it.

"These marbles make Glorien and Charlotte's food cold" the Ocean grumbled. He wandered into the far streets. Police sirens are heard. The hair that was being ruffled forward, he straightened it up for a moment, then turned around and went to sneak behind the wheel. The car runs as fast as the wind.

Lazy serve police questions that will certainly take up more time. Fighting two women at home will be more difficult than ten thugs in the market.