SECOND WORK

EQUAL REPLY

Focusing on the balcony barrier, both Nobles and Danu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. There's Typhoons, Tsunamis, and Lightning down there. Already aware of being given a cure.

Aided by Danu's men, they perform a rescue action for Gaya and Titles. The tent that was spread out saved the master's son. They fell bouncing. Sweetheart! The desperate action made Gaya lose consciousness.

"Style?" call the title almost choked. Seeing the blood still flowing at his wife's feet, the man's heart was made to be sliced.

"Wake up! Build Style! It's...!" pinta Degree, patted Gaya's cheeks then hugged her soulmate so tightly. The title also roared, spilling all the flavors that were raging.

"Yesameu...!" the degree cry broke out when the woman did not respond to her efforts.

Coinciding with the arrival of the Nobles and Danu, an air ambulance landed not far from the location.

The responsiveness of a Storm only needs to be conveyed through special communication tools. The secret room was well versed with the instructions given. Sending assistance flown directly from Hartawan International Hospital.

"What are you doing!" Danu hits her daughter-in-law who feels like a waste of time. "Give up and take it there! Style should get help right away!" the man continued, appointing the hospital attendant who had been waiting for him.

"Lord, please help with the title!" added the Nobles, come give orders.

"No need," said Degrees, to refuse the help that Typhoon was about to give.

Typhoon nodded. Let the title lift his wife's body alone. With heavy strides, Degree rushed towards the air ambulance.

Titles, Danu, and Nobles take part in the emergency flight. Take the style to the hospital. Anxiety was clearly drawn on their faces. More Degree! He was at the lowest point of his life.

The condition of the concerned Style, plus the prospective baby who can not survive, raises its own shocks for the Degree. Only one word could represent his current feelings. It hurts! It really hurts!

No less painful. Clara's actions are vivid in Katrina's memory. To blow up a burning revenge. Tensions within the four-story construction building continued.

"Your turn!" point at Katrina, throw a piercing glare.

In the place where she stood, Clara passed through second by second restlessly. The woman's heart rippled. It seems Clara chose the wrong opponent. If it is like this, Anugerah Group bodyguards who are famous for complying with a series of rules can become unforgiving.

Katrina reached out, helping the Storm stand up. The bruising on the man's face made Katrina feel guilty.

"Why can this little boy punch leave a mark?" kanda Katrina meant to show off strength.

The corner of the man's lips lifted, forming a crescent moon arch. Receiving the woman's hand. The storm placed her palm over Katrina's head.

"Fucking kid!" The storm ruffled Katrina's hair. Still not expecting, the sister he always guarded is now an adult.

"I know someone has given you authority. Finish it now, but never forget your promise to me!" the storm continued his words.

A moment was transfixed, staring deeply right at the legume bead of the man who had always been revered. Katrina's memory returns when she was seventeen years old.

Katrina, who has mastered martial arts since she was a child, prefers to continue her education at the Gengtop Security Academy (AKG). One of the best bodyguard schools in Indonesia. Thanks to the Storm, both of his parents allowed. Katrina was also required to swear. That he would not kill the enemy even if the opponent faced almost made his life float.

"How's it?" ask the Storm, breaking the daydream in those days.

"He will die on the way to the hospital. My torment is only a delivery of death" Katrina said. As he said, there was a sharp glint in his pair of eyeballs.

"Like the Grim Reaper (the angel of death) only!" sibir Storm, flicking a finger on his sister's forehead.

Katrina stroked her forehead, a sense of annoyance vividly painted on her face that was already full of bruises. It looks trivial indeed. But make no mistake! The pain caused by the jolt of the Storm's fingers is not kidding.

Storm back to the chair. Sit back, enjoy the show that Katrina will be presenting. Suddenly, it crossed my mind. Makes the game more interesting.

"Clara, you want to be free? You want a chance? You want to fix yourself? You want to repent?" flocking Storm.

"What do you mean!" katrina's protest was not thought out.

Clara spat, looking at the Storm with a look of disdain. "Omong empty! Comehere! Before your sister takes my life, I'll make sure she ends up in hell!"

Katrina chuckled in response to Clara's perceived threat of a joke.

"If you can beat Katrina, then I'll give you one chance. Live with suffering," cried the Storm.

"Mas!" The earthquake called, objecting to the idea of the Storm. After what Clara did, how could the man grant forgiveness? So thought Earthquake.

Ignoring the protests of his sister's ex-lover, Storm turned to his other men, "Take him to the hospital! Make sure this Poor Man receives the best care."

The Clouds and Heavens nodded, immediately repelling the Earthquake. Approaching the car that Typhoon had prepared.

"I believe you can't let that woman live in peace!" the Earthquake cried as the Clouds and Heavens forced the man to seek immediate medical help.

The storm sighed, its attention focused on the Flood. "Prepare two burrows! Make sure the tombstone says Clara and Clary's names!"

Flood obediently, "Ready!"

When the Flood was about to leave, the Storm held it.

"Aa. I think being a little kind to criminals doesn't matter. Bury them in public cemeteries. If necessary, choose a place that is least affordable to humans. Women like them don't deserve to have a neighbor in the grave!" storm Proposal.

The flood raised one eyebrow, "Why not be buried in the middle of the forest alone boss? Or in the middle of the desert?"

"There is no budget to bury criminals! So, are you ready if your monthly salary I cut to make a brilliant-sounding idea come true?" great-grandfather Storm.

Gluey! Flood swallows its saliva. Chose a bow and leave, obey the orders of the Storm.

"Most dramas! Die to you all in my hands!" Clara Beaver. Seemed to arrange hands, preparing to take a swing to attack.

Katrina did not stay still, gathering energy, serving Clara.

Clara gave a tough fight. Punch after blow was still easily dispelled by Katrina. Their hands clashed with each other. Steal one chance to grab the winning points.

A very hard slap had just landed on Katrina's lips. The woman was deflated. A speck of red liquid flowed from the corner of his lips.

Katrina wiped the blood that was considered an insult. The corners of his lips were drawn upwards, creating a sinister smile. The flames of war burned Katrina.

"This is your only ability?" clara Cela.

The bodyguards watching were panicked. From the quick moves the two made, they knew. Clara's a tough opponent. It will be very difficult to break it. But the man who can predict the power map, stay relaxed.

How not! The storm knew Katrina well. It is impossible for a bodyguard under his auspices to obtain the title as one of the best bodyguards if his ability is not above average.

"Don't be happy!" cute Katrina.

Katrina started the attack. Everything that was launched could still be returned Clara. Failing with the strength of her hand, Katrina began to show her abilities. Behind the beauty of the legs, stored the strength of steel-plated iron.

Katrina swung her legs, intending to target the abdomen. The attitude of the horses legs that are less than perfect can be read well by Clara. Clara repels Katrina's attack. When Katrina's hand was stretched out, about to throw a punch in the face, Clara pulled it.

Mastering one hand made Clara easily launch an attack. Clara beat Katrina mercilessly. Katrina slammed onto the floor. Clara's not that good! Still continue to deliver punch after punch blindly. It's lucky! Katrina can still drive away. The 180° rotating motion that Katrina made on both legs, was able to make the woman upright again.

"You do not deserve to be part of the strength of Anugerah Group. Why don't you apply to be a kindergarten teacher! You'll look cool in the kids' eyes!" hina Clara before laughing boomed.

Katrina was provoked by emotion, "I'll follow your advice if I'm not able to defeat a demon like you!"

THE DUAK!

The sickle kick has just been launched. Targeting the enemy's stomach. The unprepared Clara had to fall. Resisting extreme pain around the affected area.

"Dogs!" clara's words did not accept.

Clara rose, the retaliation carried out was able to lead Katrina to a difficult situation. Clara's hands were in full power, pressing hard on Katrina's neck. Giving deadly giggles.

"Your head is pretty big too! If I may suggest, shooting myself dead is much better than choosing to fight head-on. Look atyou! You can't even squint. Like strangling a cat!" scorned Clara with flames in her eyes.

"Harrhgggg...!" berang Katrina, twisting the body, rewarded a kick at Clara's feet. Clara also fell.

While putting on an almost blocked breath, Katrina reminded her vow, "Die easily only for those who still have a human side in their lives!"

Clara moved, increasingly overpowered by anger. Punch after blow came back. Equally powerful. They fell, rolled, kicked each other and made distance. Their abilities look balanced.

Until the time when Katrina and Clara had run out of steam. They look like each other wants to end. It shows who is the strongest among them.

Clara is back on track. The strength of the hand is able to give a painful touch to Katrina's ears. Fresh blood is flowing. Katrina's ears were made to buzz, unable to hear the cheers her friends gave her. His vision is a little blurry. It's lucky! After a few seconds of closing her eyes, Katrina's eyes were still functioning properly. Katrina is angry!

"Dest damned devil!" yelled Katrina, withstanding extreme pain.

Ten deadly kicks that varied with reliable jumps, swung Katrina. About Clara's stomach, chest, and head. Clara was knocked down, helpless.

With a remnant of power, Katrina picked up the Storm knife lying on the floor. He approached Clara. Roughly pulling her hair. Banging Clara's head repeatedly to the floor. The deep red liquid flowing from Clara's head did not make the woman satisfied. Katrina flipped Clara's body with her legs.

"Want to see my sadism? Look it!" katrina exclaimed, sitting on Clara's belly.

Katrina pointed a knife right in front of Clara's face, "What part of the world do I deserve to give a gift to?" Katrina grinned. Slowly but surely began to scratch the knife, walking slowly over Clara's body.

Clara was terrified, her face begging. "No, Katrina! Please don't do it!"

Katrina laughed, "Why don't you think a thousand times before acting? I'm just replying to your treatment of Gaya. Pay up! Pick the fruit of your game!"

Katrina began to slash Clara's face. The whining, crying, pleading, pardon thrown at is completely useless. Like a woman possessed by a demon queen, she mercilessly skinned Clara's face. Sense and very sick. That's what Clara felt.

"Still doubting the sharpness of this old knife?" katrina whispered in mockery.

Clara screamed hysterically. He realized that his face was no longer shaped.

"Please stop! Toloooo...! I promise to be kind" Clara asked for mercy.

Some more! Katrina broke down, hearing the demon pleading with her.

"It's too late! This is for hands that have been sassy to flush hard water to the face of Gaya. For the hand that has dared to beat me!"

"No! Nah! Nooooo...!" clara screams along with her fingers that began to break. Cut by fairbairn skykes fighting knife.

Feeling enough, the storm rose. Pulling Katrina from Clara's body. Take and secure his knife.

"This is my turn!" resolute Storm.

Katrina was a little disappointed. However, what Typhoon and Tsunami brought made the woman smile with satisfaction.

Tsunami holds Clara, while Typhoon blocks the woman's mouth. Pouring a dangerous liquid into his mouth. Soon, Clara felt a burning sensation in her stomach. Clara screamed and whimpered in pain.

"What'sthis? Whatisthis? Kalian—"

"Virtually similar to the way you take a child Style. It's just, I'm more ruthless. If you're lucky, if you survive, then you'll only have permanent infertility!" cut the Storm, leaving Clara instantly shaken.

"What?" clara asked almost inaudibly.

"This is my last gift" the whole storm before...

BYUR!

The same hard water splashed the Storm into Clara's face. Creating a sense that once felt Style. Everyone laughed wickedly. Responding to the woman who regretted her actions.