Passion Old Virgin
Lessons From Danendra

Adeline snorted dejectedly, "You're such a bitch, Dek. Never mind, better sleep there! Brother wants a break too." 

'He-he, don't sulk, brother. I was just kidding.' 

"Yes-yes, sister matiin her phone, yeah!" 

'Okay, hopefully get well soon, brother.' 

The call ended after they finished talking. Adeline returns the phone to its owner. 

"Where, honey? Your sister wants to obey, right?" tanya Nabila, while taking back the phone extended by Adeline. 

"Quiet, Ma. He's pissing, really!" 

***** 

Danendra took advantage of the opportunity for the expulsion of the wife earlier to come to the headquarters. He was already very impatient to give a calculation to someone who had dared to hurt his wife. 

Along his way to the interrogation room, Danendra was greeted by ALF members who immediately lowered their heads when they saw the leader visiting their headquarters. 

"Young master," greeted the two guards standing guard at the door of the introductory room. 

"Gerry's in there?" danendra asked, he stopped right in front of the entrance.

One of the guards immediately opened the door of the room, "There's inside, sir. Please come in" said the bodyguard. 

Danendra stepped into the special room. When he got inside, Gerry was sitting on a wooden chair, with his legs crossed. On both fingers of his right hand was a cigarette that had been lit. 

Aware of the young master's presence, Gerry soon moved on. He dropped the nipple down, then stepped on it using his right foot. 

The beautiful young master kept his feet close to the right hand. However, his eyes continued to focus on a man standing with his hands bound by chains hanging on two iron poles. 

"Is he all that's left? The others ... dead?" danendra asked, dropping his ass on the wooden chair that had been occupied by Gerry. 

"Yes, Sir. The others I've executed at the scene" Gerry replied straightforwardly. 

"Where did you dump the bodies?" ask again.

He took something in the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing, then took it out. The man deliberately played his favorite object that always accompanied him wherever he went. 

"Our men delivered the bodies to where they came from, sir." 

"To the headquarters of Dark Blood" Danendra said, next to the corner of his lips raised. 

"Yes, Sir. Even though I haven't interrogated the son of a bitch, I'm pretty sure it's all them. I deliberately sent his men who had lost their lives to provoke their anger. Honestly, I would rather have a blatant war than face cowards like them" Gerry said. 

"You're reliable, Gerr. I never regretted choosing you as the right-hand man" Danendra said, Gerry only responded with a small nudge. 

Now Danendra turns to the perpetrator of the Adeline stabbing. The man with a lush body with the face of the sangar and unkempt curls that look terrible if others who see it. However, in the eyes of Danendra, the man was not like a lump of meat covered in fat alone. 

Highlight Danendra's eyes framing that ridiculous entire body. For a moment he shuddered, just looking at it, Danendra felt jiji at the perpetrator. However, he still had to teach him a proper lesson. 

The perpetrator who was still putting on that arrogant expression, suddenly just changed expression. The face of the roar suddenly looked deathly pale. 

A sneaky grin rises on Danendra's pretty face. The man with one child got up, then walked slowly closer to the perpetrator who seemed to be feeling scared. 

"Hey, Shithead. I was a little confused as to which part to give my pet fish dinner. You got any interesting advice, don't you? You have that body, so you know better, which part will make them full." Danendra lightly said like that, he glanced at the perpetrator whose legs began to shake. 

"Master, I know I'm guilty. But please don't torture me. If you want me dead, please shoot me dead, "please ask the fattened offender. 

There was a loud laughter. Danendra laughed out loud at the request of the perpetrator. 

"If I grant your request, it's too good for you, dong! Then I couldn't get any profit" Danendra said, playing with his penknife with his left hand, while his right hand held his hair back. 

"What do I have to do to forgive me?" ask the perpetrator with a trembling tone. 

"If yesterday you managed to stab me, and not stab my wife, I can still forgive you. Unfortunately, you stabbed my wife, so, there's no apology for you." 

"It happened because of your own wife's carelessness, sir. I'm not sorry .. argh!" 

The words changed with the sound of screaming in pain. Danendra who began to be provoked because the perpetrator instead blamed Adeline, immediately threw his knife to hit the right thigh of the perpetrator. 

"How dare you blame my wife!" danendra snapped, the two men's eyes flushed red after burning with anger. 

"Ma-af, Tu-an," said the assailant. 

Danendra again swung his steps until it eroded the distance between himself and the perpetrator. When he was right in front of the perpetrator, Danendra quickly pressed the knife that stuck in the thigh of the perpetrator violently. 

The perpetrator screamed in pain. Several times he asked for forgiveness from the man who was torturing him. However, Danendra did not pay any attention to the apology of the perpetrator. His anger is already in the crown.

"illness?" danendra asked, bringing his face closer to the face of the perpetrator. 

The perpetrator nodded, hoping that the man who was torturing him would kindly release him. However, unexpectedly, Danendra actually pulled the knife until it was released from the thigh of the poor man. 

"You know, the pain I gave you wasn't worth what I got. You destroyed my world when my wife's back was hurt by this dirty hand." Danendra again stuck the blood-stained knife into the left hand of the perpetrator. 

The room was filled with the sound of agonizing moans from people being taught by Danendra. Gerry is only a loyal spectator of the young master who has out his psychopathic soul. 

"To-long, am-puni sa-ya, Tu-an," beg the perpetrator, blood has been splattered everywhere. 

The soul of the psychopath who had risen after so long pent up was like there was no satisfaction in seeing those expressions and cries of pain. Danendra pulled the knife back. Again the perpetrator groaned in pain. 

"Tu-an, to-long excuse me, I am willing to be a loyal member of your clan" he said pleading. 

"Curtain! My clan members are no weak like you to ask forgiveness from the enemy. They dare to die in order to maintain their pride! After all, Dark Blood was not comparable to the ALf Group." Danendra rejected the offer of the perpetrator of the Adeline stabbing. 

"Master, you've wasted too much time by serving up the chatter of a junk man like him. I think it's time for your pet fish dinner." Gerry said, while showing a fancy watch that was coiled around his wrist. 

"You're right. Put him in the fish pond! If necessary, record what we gave him and send his vidion to Dark Blood. Let them think long if they want to play games with me!"