
Riski Bagas is the Triple Fazura. Maybe because he had been a dog for a long time, he even had a sense of smell as sharp as a dog. When he saw the beautiful woman in military uniform coming with a strong killing intent, he could not help his facial muscles to tremble. Then, he immediately snapped firmly. “You want to do something? Do you know who I am?”
“No need to know.”
Rias Anggun approached Riski step by step. As for Riski, she felt herself facing a cruel female beast. He immediately shouted to his subordinates. “What are you guys doing? Fast forward!”
His four burly subordinates directly charged towards Rias and were about to capture her.
Rias continued to step forward, glancing at those people with the corner of her eyes, then as they charged towards her, she raised her hand, bended her finger like a claw, grabbed the enemy's wrist, then twisted it casually.
Cracks!
“AHHH!”
The sound of bone cracks and shrill cries.
Rias immobilized the person's hand with just one simple grip.
The gazes of the three slower people charging at Rias became even more ruthless. They were people who had entered the dark world for many years and had a lot of fighting experience. They knew clearly these women were very difficult to deal with, but this also further stimulated their ferocity.
Who is more ruthless, he is the winner!
This time, they miscalculated. They could not even see clearly the speed Rias was attacking. By the time they are conscious, severe pain has spread from the arm nerves to the brain.
Everyone could not help but scream in pain.
Hearing the screams that echoed within the room, Rias felt too noisy. Then, he kicked his leg.
Bam bam!
The four subordinates who were clutching their arms while crying out in pain fell to the floor and fainted.
Riski's face turned pale. She wanted to run away, but Rias instead grabbed her not much hair and pulled it back.
Bam! The sound behind Riski's head hit the wall. Riski screamed in pain. He touched the back of his head and felt his hands very wet and sticky. Riski checked the liquid in her hand through the dim, vibrating indoor light.
The blood!
His blood!
As for Rias, now she had taken out an unopened bottle of wine and looked at Riski arrogantly as if Riski would die the moment she broke it in Riski's head.
“You.... You dare touch me?”
Riski couldn't help but quiver, but she kept talking with menacing intent. “I'm Mr Triple's man! If you dare to do anything to me, Mr. Triple will not let you go! You won't be able to live in Pantol City anymore! No matter who you are, you will definitely die!”
“Oh, yes?”
The intention of killing Rias became even stronger.
How could someone trained on the battlefield be afraid of such higher-ups?
How ridiculous!
In this world, there were only a few people who dared to threaten him. There is no such thing as Triple Fazura.
Rias lifted the bottle that was in her right hand.
Actually, he could have choked Riski Bagas' throat directly, but he didn't want to dirty his hands, so it was more convenient to use a wine bottle.
“Ti.. no...”
Riski scared. He's really scared. He felt that the woman before his eyes was really going to kill him!
“Stop!”
Someone shouted from behind.
It was not the voice of Adiwangsa Suprapto, but Rias still stopped her movements and looked back.
It was not Adiwangsa who stopped him, but Mustofa Suprapto.
Rias usually only listened to orders from Adiwangsa, but Mustofa Suprapto was Adiwangsa's father.
Mustofa was stunned. Now he just regained consciousness and immediately got up, passed Adiwangsa, then ran to Riski's side and said: “Pak Riski, I'm fine, ‘kan?”
Seeing Mustofa's poor appearance, Riski's frightened heart became calmer. He said while pointing towards Rias. “Quickly tell him to stay away from me! Hurry along! Stay away from me!”
Mustofa swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Facing this beautiful woman in front of him, he was also frightened after seeing her sadistic actions.
Mustofa looked at Adiwangsa subconsciously, then said: “Nona, what are we talking about well, yes... Do not act impulsively.”.
Rias looked towards Adiwangsa. Adiwangsa. Then, Rias threw away the wine bottle in her hand, retreated to the back, and stood guard at the door without moving at all. His entire body looked like a shadow that could not be shone by light.
Adiwangsa's view is very deep and does not look any emotion.
“Job!”
Said “anjing” has offended Mustofa. He felt extremely humiliated, he gritted his teeth, walked in front of Adiwangsa, raised his hand, and was about to slap Adiwangsa.
Rias who was in the darkness clenched her hand. He doesn't know if he should stop Mustofa.
Adiwangsa's eyes continued to stare at the enraged Mustofa, as if he was looking at a stranger.
Finally, Mustofa did not slap him. A sense of helplessness spread throughout his body. His legs were limp, he walked back two steps, and sat down on the sofa.
Riski's eyes were filled with panic, then she secretly picked up her phone and sent a text message written “99”.
“What are you going home for?”
After a long silence, Mustofa shouted again: “Who told you to go home?”
Under the dim light, Mustofa wiped the half-dry bloodstains on his face with a tissue. In his heart he suffered greatly.
Her daughter had an accident, her son had returned, but her son should not have come back!
“If it wasn't for Nia, I wouldn't have gone home.”
From the temple of Mustofa, Adiwangsa sees a little white hair. The irresponsible father, whom he had always hated, became much older.
“How can you know?”
Hearing his reply, Mustofa was very surprised. He's getting up soon. “Go away! The further, the better! Never go home to Pantol again!”
“I go?”
Adiwangsa. “Then, saw Nia die just like that?”
“That's not something you can handle!”
Mustofa's eyes glared until almost out of his sockets, he pointed towards Riski, and said: “I apologize to Mr. Riski! Quickly apologize!”
Riski hurriedly waved her hand. “Do not, do! This is all a misunderstanding. Just misunderstood. It's nothing.”
Despite saying so, but actually in Riski's heart has been vengeful. “Wait for people I arrived all, then it is not a misunderstanding anymore!”
Adiwangsa did not say anything and just looked at Mustofa in disappointment.
People like to say Dad is a mountain and a boy hero. However, this father, never making her feel the love of a father, never made her want to admire him.
Seeing Adiwangsa like this, Mustofa knew he was no longer likely to apologize.
His own son of course he knew clearly. Even if it has disappeared for 6 years, its nature will not change. Since childhood it has been very stubborn, now more stubborn again.
“Sorry, Mr. Riski. I don't discipline my child properly. Sorry to have surprised you.”
While talking, Mustofa took another ATM card at the table and handed it over with both hands. “Pak Riski, I beg you not to complicate our family. I'll kneel to you..”.
Before Mustofa knelt down, he had been detained by Adiwangsa.
Disappointment in the view of Adiwangsa increasingly visible.
Mustofa felt in his body like a knife was cutting his heart and stabbing his heart to the blood.
“That's it!”
Mustofa shouted loudly until his voice was almost hoarse.
If it offended Riski, her daughter would have no hope anymore. Now her only hope is to ensure the safety of her son.
The Triple Fazura was extremely powerful in Pantol City. As long as he could leave Pantol City, then his son would still have a chance to live. As long as his son could escape, then he had left a descendant for the Suprapto Family. As for himself, he had never thought of living again at all. He wanted to give up his last life to save his daughter with all his might! The worst result is to die with his daughter! Most importantly, his son was still alive.
“Oke.”
Adiwangsa suddenly smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and turned around. “I follow your will. Who told me this was a puppy!”
Mustofa. He felt his heart bleeding. His originally unsteady spine became increasingly stooped.
Brak!
Suddenly, someone broke down the door from outside. Then, dozens of tattooed men walked in aggressively.
Riski who had originally shrunk in the corner, immediately stood up with sparkling eyes. He said while smiling wickedly. “Go? Without my permission, anyone don't expect to leave!”