Teacher Teach Young Master

Chapter 23 | Trying to Escape

"Boss," Reki called his boss who was busy playing chess with Roder, his confidant.

Clathria turned towards Reki with a glance at the little boy who was looking at her cynically, after which refocused on playing chess.

"That's him in the chair, " said Clathria with her hands busy moving chess pieces.

"Good Boss!" saut Reki firmly, after which looked back and coded with eyes.

Then Toni stepped forward towards the chair that might have been ready, after Yanza sat on the chair quietly. Only then did Toni take the rope and fasten it so tightly that Yanza could not be free.

While Yanza looked calm, not revolting in the slightest. Because he remembered the words of the father very well, if something happens that is not in the desire is advised to be calm. Because if not, then the energy will be wasted and time is also wasted without having time to think.

"It's over, boss" said Toni.

Clathria looked over. "So, go!" he said with a sniff.

Toni nodded, then followed Reki who had come out first. The thick-bodied man actually felt unbearable, let alone his heart that was so soft and mushy.

"Reki," he called only in reply to Deheman without a head, actually Toni felt uncomfortable when talking to Reki, because the man in brown skin beside him was often fond of him even a tone that was never soft. But nothing, because only Reki who wants to be friends with him.

"Actually I feel unbearable with the boy, he is handsome and adorable" he said, picturing Yanza's face.

"Ck, you're too mushy Ton! I wonder why an ugly stocky guy like you can be accepted for work? Yeah even though I know if you just made babu no more" said Reki in a mocking tone.

Toni who heard it looked down, if not for economic factors. There was no way he would want to work in a place that could only be mentally damaging.

"Look at your fat, the more the day spilled hahaha." continued Reki with the end of the laughter, he felt happy to mock a stocky human like Toni.

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Fathia continued to look down, her stomach was also continuously rumbling. Making him grimace, it must be Mag's disease that he suffered will recur. But, hopefully not. Because he does not want to be sick in this condition.

"Can't be, right? if I want those people to set me free. I can guess that they were most willing to make me breathe my last breath here," muttered Fatia as she looked up, staring at the ceiling of the dirty room that had looked worn.

Then his eyes glanced here and there, looking for whatever it was that could take off the rope that tied tight. He was determined to try to escape even though Fathia herself knew. It was impossible that he would be able to escape, but he could utilize his martial skills. Yes, although Fathia was quite hesitant because she had never honed her skills lately, so she had forgotten a little.

When his eyes glanced in all directions, unintentionally. Fathia saw a small knife with a handle that was coated with blue silicon, the position of the knife was right where Yanza was sitting.

Fathia smiled, then muttered. "It must have been the boy who deliberately put the knife to me, hehe. Nothing though he sucks, the important thing could be a bad luck hero."

After muttering, Fathia then sucked to get closer towards the silicon-coated blade.

The hand that was still tied tight, painfully grabbed the knife even though the hand had to be scratched.

Swipe it onto the thick rope.

"Awh!'

Nah!

Spontaneously, Fathia released a knife that had already half-broken the rope. But really, his palm hurt. To make Fathia have to grimace in pain.

Not wanting her hand for anything, Fathia finally let go of the rope that had been half-broken with all her might. Finally succeeded.

Fathia smiled happily, and after that immediately released the rope that remembered her legs. She grimaced because her hands were covered with blood.

The srek!

After all the ropes were removed, Fathia immediately tore the tip of her shirt to cover the wound that was on the palm of her hand so that the blood did not continue to come out.

After that, Fathia got up. And grabbed Yanza's sharp knife, as well as the thick rope that was there. He will use it just in case.

"Huh," he looked at the door of the room full of dust that he was clinging to. "Fathia's spirit is beautiful" he continued to encourage himself.

Finally doubtfully, Fathia grabbed the door knob.

Cleks…

Door locked.

"Alright if it can not be opened in a good way," he murmured before he hit his own body to make the door made of teak wood was uprooted.

The two men who had just kept chatting, turned their heads and looked at Fathia sharply,

"You want to die soon? huh!" snarled a long-haired man.

Fathia actually felt a little scared, let alone seeing the bodies of the two men that were really big.

"Before we act further, it is better that you reenter until death picks up. "tip the plontos-headed man with a bushy beard growing from his chin.

Fathia who could not accept the speech of the man with the head of the plontos well, without thinking anymore immediately kicked her vital part until the man collapsed with a grimace in pain.

Seeing that, the long-haired man immediately took a swing to attack the sassy woman he was facing. However, his movements were lost quickly with Fathia who directly scratched the man's neck until blood spurted everywhere.

Reflek, the long-haired man held his neck that had been flooded with fresh blood that kept coming out like a waterfall. Until finally his body collapsed unconscious, or maybe it is no longer alive.

"God! what was that about his pulse?" muttered Fathia who was horrified by herself, she really felt like she had gone crazy for daring to finish off someone's life.

"Breng!" swear the man with a plontos head who tried to get up even though he had to endure the pain that was so felt.

Fathia who was bored, immediately pulled out the rope that she was carrying. Then attach it to the neck of the man with the head of the plontos while pulling it tightly, until the neck of the man with the head of the plontos suffocated.

"Le-go!" pinta the man stammered.

Fathia snorted in annoyance, but she still let go of the rope that made the plontos-headed man feel tormented.

After the rope came off, the man with the head of the plontos immediately fell down. However, he could still stare at Fathia sharply.

"Ck, I've done what you want. But the goddamn eyes of my father still dare to look at me sharply, " said Fathia before finally stepping away.