Substitute Love (Married Candidate Sister-in-law)

Cunning Plans

Qian reached the destination but there was no Alzam there. Qian began to connect her phone to ask for Alzam's whereabouts.

"Where are you?" ask Alzam first.

"Mas said it was at the intersection of the road under the tree, yes I was there," said Qian coldly.

"Oh you're in the banyan tree near the junction. Who wears black jeans? You brought fifty jutanya, right?" alzam said loud enough to attract the attention of a group of men beside him who were gathering. They began to whisper while pointing in the direction that Alzam had told them.

They start to seem to talk about it. The swarm of men seemed to be planning something in a slow voice and code with each other. Alzam understands enough. Looks like the bait has been eaten target. He just waited for the result here.

Alzam smiled, seeing that his plan was going well.

While on the other side. Precisely at the intersection of the road that is quite quiet because it is already late and late, making it rare for vehicles to pass.

Qian frowned hearing her brother speak strangely so. Rarely did Alzam speak loudly, but earlier Alzam spoke like a man who was shouting.

"Jude, I'm going there. But wait for me to get the stuff in the car, yeah. You wait under the tree for a while. I'll be there, '" Alzam went back to his car, as if deliberately stalling.

While a group of men who had gathered on the side of the road began to be seen approaching Qian.

Qian who caught the strange gurgle immediately prepared to standby. He stared warily at the few men who had come to him.

"Why, mas?" greet one of the largest and have tattoos on most of his arms and hands.

'Basic brother son of a bitch. It could be that he betrayed me like a gini, ' Rutuk Qian sat down and tried to stay calm in his precarious moment like this.

"That's a bag of stuffing? The money? Let's see here, " said the big body again.

"Revelation! I want to leave," elak Qian tried to avoid by hurriedly wanting to leave immediately. Fortunately his motorbike had Qian parked a bit far away from there.

"Eits, wait a minute, donk. Chat first," between the gibberish full of tattoos with shabby clothes and piercing everywhere. Qian was increasingly convinced if they came with unfavorable intentions.

"Where are you going to rush," another timpal and now the besieged auto Qian couldn't run away. Qian started to put the horses on guard.

"Ati-ati, boss. I think he can defend himself" whispered the gibber to his friends. They could guess it from the Qian horses that signified the basic movements of martial arts.

Against four to five people it was still easy for Qian to overcome.

"Focus just as much money. After that we run away," whispered the big body with a focused gaze on the bag that Qian was carrying. The cungkring nodded in understanding.

"We don't want to do anything. We just want to talk for a while," said the cungkring again, still looking for a good gap.

As Qian let her guard down, she quickly grabbed the bag that Qian was holding, then she quickly ran away. The others held Qian. Qian pulled out his pocket knife. He can't stay silent anymore. Seeing the Qian have their sharp weapons growing more and more curly.

"The danger!" whispered one of them.