THE 4 YOUNG MOBSTERS S2

His life or mine?*

Sandara. He quickly retreated, away from the wall that had a hole in front of him.

BRUCK!!

"Aghhh!" he cried out in panic, as his back smashed into someone's body. Sandara immediately turned her body and her hands were ready to hold the katana beside her hips. "Ne-Neon?"

Neon just fell silent with the mask covering his face. Sandara's eyes scanned the figure of the man in front of her who was wearing another outfit with a type of 'Thawb' ala middle east.

Neon's body looks different. He looked old-fashioned because the clothes were not as thick as when he was wearing a jacket.(Illustrated Thawb).

"So .. You already know, what are you going to do in this place, Sandara?" asked Neon in a soft voice.

"If you want to kill me, why haven't you done it since the first time?! You want to torture me! This is not a presentation, it's a murder!" sandara shouted furiously until her face turned red.

"I'm .. I'm sorry. This is all I can do to keep you alive, Sandara" he replied slowly.

"Let me guess. It's August 17th, isn't it? The day that the people of Indonesia celebrate independence." Neon nodded. "However, for Mr. Sutejo's family, Indonesia's independence day is a gathering day for his entire family in the Middle East. However, this is not in your house, I know who you are," he stared intently at the figure in front of him .

"You ... already know?" ask the mature brown-skinned man who is visible from his hands and neck that are not covered.

"You're the son of Siti Fatonah who lives in Kenya, Nairobi."

Neon's right hand moved. He put his finger on the mask that had been covering his face. Sandara's eyes sharpened as Neon opened the mask and smiled faintly at her.

Sandara was surprised, her guess was right. During this time the man who always wears a jacket and covers his body tightly is the boy who was once saved by Lysa—Yudhi.

"We're both grown up. But now I am higher. I'm not as whiny as I used to be. Om Ahmed educated Yudhi well, and this .. one of Yudhi's replies, to keep the family om Ahmed alive. I'm sorry, Dara" he said, looking sad, but there were no tears there.

"You ... use me?" Neon nodded. "Why me?"

"Because you're the smartest, but the weakest. I see, you .. can be a strong girl. I know your story. You're brave, but only in desperate circumstances. And now, your life is desperate. So ... win, for our safety," he pleaded.

However, Sandara shed tears. Neon approached the beautiful girl slowly and hugged her. Sandara pushed Neon's body, but the teenager kept her close.

"I promise you, I'll set you free. But, you have to win. Struggle. And in exchange, I gave you a real sword" Neon said, releasing a hug.

Sandara wiped her tears quickly. He saw Neon carrying a bundle of black cloth that he placed on the floor near the wall.

Instantly, Sandara's eyes widened. He saw a Persian sword that Neon had prepared for him. Neon looked at Sandara who was now slowly approaching the sword and looked at her.

"Win. Don't you fucking kill them all. You have to believe in your abilities, Sandara. Make them fear you. Make them think again to annoy you. Youunderstand?" firmly Neon looked at the clingy Sandara and the girl nodded.

"Neon!" call a woman to Sandara's room.

Quickly, Neon put his mask back on. He covered the sword with a black cloth using the tip of the shoe. Sandara was tense and he immediately stood up to cover the sword he was going to use.

"What are you doing here?" asked Venelope who appeared with a mask covering half her face.

"Why kaukemari? This is my hotshot room. You want to peek and cheat? Go back to where you are, Venelope."

"You dare me? Don't you remember Ahmed's life in my hands" he stuck his mask on a Neon mask.

Instantly, Venelope immediately stepped back. His eyes are clearly visible from the mask's vision hole. The woman snorted in annoyance and immediately left Sandara's room.

"Hows it? My bluff was pretty cool to kick him out, wasn't it?" neon asked with a smile. Sandara just smiled. Neon came out of the room and closed the door.

Sandara's eyes fell back. He pulled out his toy katana and now replaced it with the Persian sword.

Sandara tried to swing and use a sword whose shape was very different from the katana he used before because the blade was curved.

"The sword is very sharp, long, but light. I must carefully use it," he said, looking at the iron on the sword carefully.

Sandara looks serious and focused. He repeated all the moves he learned from the video tutorial while at the Neon residence.

Until finally, CEKLEK!

Sandara swiftly sheathed back her sword and stood firmly staring at all the veiled women who entered her room.

"It's time, come with us" asked a woman who stood at the front of the crowd.

Sandara stepped up and walked after the brown-veiled woman. Sandara was flanked, but she realized that the woman on her left right was staring at her sword intently.

"Originally you know, the sword you're about to use belongs to the late Mr. Sutejo. He's a keen weapons collector. Out of nowhere did you get it, may good luck side with you, though we, hate your mother, Vesper," said the white veiled woman glancing at the Persian sword that is now Sandara's new weapon.

"I take that as support. Thank you," Sandara replied glancing back with a flat face.

Sandara looks nervous. His left hand was not separated from the handle of the sword that was on his left hip.

Until finally, they went down a ladder and entered a large room with an iron cage measuring approximately 10 x 10 meters in the middle.

There are seats that are neatly lined and terraced up to 3 levels, such as a mini stadium. The chairs surrounded the beam-shaped confinement.

KLANG!

Sandara was put in a smaller iron cage with a wooden chair inside. The white girl sat down, and looked around with her heart pounding.

Many veiled women in colorful, elegant-looking clothes revealed a golden luster on their bodies. The men wore similar clothes as the Neon used, only, more beautiful and memorable expensive.

Sandara found Neon sitting across from her in the distance. The veiled women who drove him sat around Neon. Sandara's figure gets the attention of the audience.

Sandara felt her hands sweat. He blew it to reduce the anxiety in his heart because the presentation was more like a life-and-death fight, like the mother and Amanda at that time.

But this time the fight was different. Sandara knew who her enemy was. And they were behind the wall that he saw from the room.

"Truely said Neon. I have to win. I can't lose. I'll show them that I'm not Sandara the weak one. I'll have my own nickname like the other senior mafia. And that, I'll get so successful in winning this fight," he said encouragingly as he saw the iron cage that soared up to the roof in the basement.

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