WRONG MARRIAGE

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Bruk!

Beno's body plunged to the floor shortly after he floated flying like a swordsman in an action film trying to reward a kick to Arkhan's back. But in a split second, Arkhan nimbly dodged until the kick only hit the air.

Arkhan's sense of hearing is still very sharp to be able to catch the sounds around him, including Beno's footsteps even without sandals running towards him.

A moment Beno grimaced shortly after his bok*ng slammed on the floor. The next second he got up and again rewarded a lunge and free kick towards Arkhan.

Of course Arkhan did not want to stay silent. He defended himself. Handing over the tank and the fight to Beno. Beno's collapsed body on the tables and chairs made the objects pushed and scattered. Even the food on the long table was spilled.

Fierce fights became a spectacle.

Several times Arkhan got punches in the face and arms, but not comparable to the punches obtained by Beno. I don't know how many times Beno fell down to kiss the floor, collapsed to the tables, and fell face down in a basin filled with sauce, but Beno did not want to admit defeat. Already battered in his face, he still got up and continued to hunt Arkhan.

Until finally Beno fell down shortly after getting Arkhan's leg kick. He's already so helpless. Her temples were spitting out fresh blood, her lips jontor, her cheeks bluish, sticking fresh blood from the corners of the lips. I don't know what other wounds are behind his body covered in clothes.

Beno's head was lying on the floor, his eyes still pusill staring at Arkhan who was standing at a distance of two meters from him. Arkhan rubbed the droplets of blood flowing at the corner of his lips with the back of his hand. His breathing sounds loud. His sweat flooded all over the body, flowing down the chest of his field. His eyes fell on Beno's face.

“Cuh!” Beno spit. “I'll cut off your manhood, hey coward! Wait for your death, Biad*b! You will never feel the pleasure of heaven after this, Anj*ng!” lirih Beno with a hoarse voice held pain all over his body. Even almost dead, Beno can still swear and threaten.

Arkhan's hard breath was getting louder, his teeth were bluffing hard. Hands clenched. Arkhan's chest was hot. Emotions up. Basic petty man, still had time to hold a grudge even though it was almost***** this way. Arkhan stepped forward and directly stomped on Beno's chest very hard, several times. “Campus you!”

“Bang, Arkhan! Already, Bang! Don't continue! Already, bang!” Reza held Arkhan's arm trying to pull the muscular body away from Beno. But already emotional, Arkhan ignored Reza's words and continued to do the action to Beno below. No matter if Beno had bleeding from his mouth, until finally Beno down there no longer move.

One drop of Arkhan's sweat dripped down Beno's plain chest, the black-skinned chest looking bruised.

The atmosphere suddenly boisterous, bustling with the buzz of people speaking words like a swarm of bees.

Arkhan looked at Beno who was already drowning with his eyes closed, not moving.

“Bang!” Reza looked at Arkhan in fear, her eyes watering.

Arkhan's breathing was still roaring violently. Until some people in uniform came shouting and rebuking with a firm tone. Arkhan's gaze did not change, still fixed towards Beno. Arkhan felt his arm being pulled by the men in uniform and he followed suit.

Beno was stretchered off and immediately rushed to a prison hospital, immediately handled by the medical service.

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