The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 122: The Same Name

The game is no longer just an ordinary game. Every player will get a surprise. Do you have to surrender or surrender? In the end, everyone will make a difficult choice. Unknowingly, the truth unfolds on its own. No one can escape.

Like a raindrop that begins to sweep bloodstain spots until they fade. The game is back. Samsul asked Mr Atmadja to take the ball again, and indirectly. The turn of the middle-aged man was still a one-time game. Again and again, luck sided with the other members.

The ball taken is only listed as a name. Not wanting to repeat the first mistake by throwing a mission. This time, Mr. Atmadja immediately accepted without hesitation despite excessive anxiety. The sound of musical instruments sounded so painful as the song of death.

Only the man felt that way. As soon as the music stopped, the piece also came to a halt, then shifted, then a roll of paper sticking up. No more waiting words, he took the scroll. Slowly opening, consciously reading the mission from the heart.

"Mr Atmadja! Did you sleep? Please read the mission that makes your soul fly away." said Samsul disperse the middle-aged man who looks dumb, like just had a heart attack.

Every time Samsul opened his mouth. It has to be two-way, one slur and one tension. It was as if the man was destined to be a calamity for those who attended the event tonight. But who will be mentally resistant? When it comes to listening to the many truths of important people.

Take a deep breath, try to be patient. Though the heart cannot feel the slightest serenity. "Truth, honesty is the truth, how honest are you in life? Dare, release all assets that come from illegal businesses right now."

The mission this time swept Mr. Atmadja in a dilemma, but resuscitated Rose. The girl was already able to discover who the mastermind behind the game was quite thrilling. Who else if not the mommy. Instead of listening. Rose actually circulated her gaze through every inch of the roof of the room that holds everyone.

From the reflection of virtual screen light. He confirmed about eight hidden cameras, while trying to consider his seat. Too tight with a light weight. If not mistakenly assumed, there must be a flow of electricity that will immediately sting. If anyone tries to escape.

Then, some buttons are on the right and left side of the table. Plus a chess board that has a pawn. Everything must be synchronous, and have mathematical calculations. A moment closed his eyes, remembering all the series from the first moment of entry into the university Regal Academy. But still something is missed.

Slowly inhaling the air around, re-twisting the time memory that would be the clue. Arrive at the time of filling out the form which becomes the golden ticket. Then switch to a valentine gift in the form of a bracelet that resembles a special watch until a meeting that gathers many people.

Although not just anyone, but the whole are people who are closely related to the lunge that occurs in the Regal Academy. So it can be ascertained, all only have one main focus, namely the case of Nara Alona's death. It was the result of the conclusion of a Rose.

Unfortunately it's not that simple because behind one story has another. Asfa doesn't want to show what happened to Nara. Instead of showing the perpetrators that life they are proud of. It is not real life. What does punishment mean? When life is about falsehood.

Asfa, observing all the members of the game, realizes that Rose has begun to find answers from the entire series that have been designed in such a way. He is not afraid to continue because the game is better. Compared to her daughter here and there looking for the truth. Although it can be said directly, let the princess learn the cruel meaning of the world in which they live.

All his decisions, not necessarily will be as planned, but will at least yield eighty percent of what they should be. It's not about trust, but it's all taken into account. Of every life that follows the game. The nature, attitude and actions become an accumulation of calculating instincts that will be the final answer.

Rose and Asfa seem to agree with the bond between the two. No one doubts the intelligence of both. From the virtual screen. The graceful woman sitting in her work chair continued to stare at the monitor from the princess' room. Where the girl was busy watching the bracelet tied to her left hand.

"My girl, does Rose know. If all this is a strategy to subdue everyone?" ask Vans who turned out to pay attention to the virtual screen.

"Right." Asfa zooms in on Rose's virtual screen, "Look, our girl is thinking about how to shut down the working system from the timer machine. At least, it takes thirty minutes from now."

Thirty minutes? Not wrong, as he remembered. The wife could shut down the time system from the bracelet in just ten minutes. Why does his daughter take so much time? Doesn't that sound too long. Vans forgot, if Rose only had a cell phone, there was no tool that could be used to help solve the problem.

"Ka Vans, try to contact our men. Did they take Nara home. I want to be heard as soon as possible." continued Asfa diverted Vans' daydreams.

Leaving the operator's room. The cold of the night out there, making four men with sangar body forced to stop the pace of the vehicle due to the front and rear flat tires. While they did not carry spare tires. The stop area does not have good signal access. Want to try to find help, but have to get a signal.

"Hey, look there's a light out there. Looks home. I'll be there to get help and you guys take care of the girl." exclaimed one of the men, then rushed out of the herd once it got approval.

The increasingly distant footsteps, made the other three men more alert. Their task must not fail because whatever happens must bring the unconscious girl back to the villa. However, they do not realize. If what is happening right now is someone's plan.

The sharp eyes behind the dark trees, making the person invisible to eyes that are too busy to circulate the view to and fro. Wait for a while, but after a few minutes. The first man did not return. It is precisely the lights in front there repeatedly flickering.

"I think something's wrong." chirped the second man, then closed the front car door. "You guys stay here, I'll follow our friend."