Pseudo-Villaines

Joking (2)

Christov felt something was wrong. But he himself did not know what it was. Is it because he drinks too much? Seems not. Christov has a high resistance to alcohol. Five bottles of wine would not make him drunk or lose control at all.

There was a disturbance inside him. It was as if he was being watched by something. His heart is always worried. Filled with fear if possible, he would be attacked at any time.

Therefore, Christov did not relax his guard. But that's exactly what's the problem. The paranoid nature that suddenly arises makes the party he held become chaotic.

He just locked himself in the room. Even more strange, he increased the number of men to keep himself in the room. Different from the previous nights, there was no woman accompanying him.

"Damn! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit!! It must be because of that boy.... It must be because of that boy! If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have experienced something like this right now!!"

Christov realized that this baseless worry and worry had arisen when he ordered to dispose of the boy. He gritted his teeth.

"Fuck! That damned boy!! Arghhhh!!"

Christov could not take it anymore. He got up from the cot he was sleeping in, sheathed a sword, and carried a rifle on his shoulder. His resolve is round. He was the one who had to resign the damned young man with his own hands!

Regardless of the attention of his men, Christov walked through the cold sea breeze. The full moon lit up the streets, but it wasn't enough to be a street light. Therefore, Christov several times tripped by the stones and wood in front of him.

"Fuck! That bastard! Bastard!"

His mouth did not stop tasting. He punched, kicked everything in front of him.

As soon as he reached the shore, he saw a body that was no longer lifeless lying there. Christov grinned. He walked towards the corpse and took a stone. He used the stone to dig a beach market that he would use as a grave.

After digging for a moment, he moved towards the corpse. But what he met was not the body of the young man who became the place of his anger and frustration. Instead, he recognized that the corpses lying here were his two men, with severed heads.

Anger, frustration, and other negative traits filled Christov. But a moment later, his instincts screamed for him to get out of there immediately. According to him, Christov immediately got out of the way quickly.

At once he felt a very heavy pressure from the side until he bounced. He doesn't know what really happened just now. After fixing his posture and regaining his composure, Christov saw the silhouette of a person under the moonlight.

"I didn't expect that you'd be that easy to dodge my attack. Huhh.... It's really regrettable."

A young man came out from the dark part of the beach. The moonlight shone on him, making his forms visible to one another.

"You..... You bajingaaaann!!"

Christov didn't think twice about attacking the man. The same person who was the target of his torture. With his large and agile body, he pointed his fist towards the young man, who was surprisingly held back easily by his palm.

'He held my fist!? That is impossible!!'

Christov immediately retreated a few steps away to create some distance between himself and the young man, though shocked, he prepared to launch another attack. But all his preparations were taken down just like that when the young man stood before him and threw a fist at his face.

Christov did not have time to deflect, nor evade. His face received a crushing blow from the young man and his body was slammed hundreds of meters back and fell on the sand of the beach.

"Lumayan hard. I'm sure ordinary people would have broken their hands if they hit you. Well, they hit an iron plate with their bare hands."

The young man only smiled when he saw the hard-earned Christov standing up. Some of his bones were broken due to an unnatural landing position. His nose was broken and his teeth broken. His mouth slipping into his appearance was really bad.

Christov did not give up. He came forward to curl and slam the young man. But the young man was much faster. He approached Christov and kicked his stomach with a nod. Christov slammed back and his mouth spouted fresh blood. Part of his internal organs was severely damaged due to the impact of the kick earlier.

"Two attacks, severe injuries. Its bad. You're not as good as you think, are you?"

He smiles. With a definite step, he approached Christov who was lying weak. She grabbed her hair and forced Christov to look at her face. A large grin formed in the young man's mouth.

"Sorry, I was just kidding. How about we get serious now, Christov?"