"I don't know, I can't answer that question. However, I have evidence that might prove my words if Glenn is still alive." Alexander laughed out loud but stopped down as soon as he saw several people looking at him with strange faces. Maybe in their minds Alexander Barata was a madman who laughed at funerals. "What are you laughing at? Is it me or you who is crazy here?" said Arnold exasperatedly. He glanced at the elegant man strangely, extremely irritated. The man who did have a close relationship with Glenn glanced at Narendra who looked busy. Without waiting for Alexander's approval, Arnold dragged Alexander to an empty room that happened to be free of CCTV. "What are you doing?" asked Alexander, glaring in surprise, afraid that they would be found out. "Forced." Alexander glared, "What if Narendra finds out?" "I guarantee he won't know. He's busy acting sad," said Arnold origin. Alexander almost opened his mouth again but Arnold got ahead of him. "I don't have time to arg

"N-no sir. Of course I wouldn't dare," said Andri. Narendra nodded, "Yeah, great. You're one of my best men, so don't try to disappoint me. You understand, right?" "Understood, Young Master," replied Andri who then asked permission to withdraw. He thought for a moment but then decided to ignore his co-worker, "Screw it. I'd better protect my own life." A few days later, Setya, who received the assignment, had planned all the best scenarios he could have. Before he left, Narendra suddenly approached him and said, "Good luck. There will be a big reward waiting for you here if you manage to kill him." "Yes, Young Master." Setya answered obediently and looked so ready to do it. "I'm leaving now, Young Master," said Setya to the young master and several of his other friends. "Don't try to run away! We put a tracker on your car. We'll know if you do anything suspicious. And your big head is definitely at stake. Do you understand?" Andri said coldly. "Okay," said Setya, who was start

"Shit. If I stay here, I won't know what they are talking about," said Dewa. However, he didn't have any openings to get closer as there wasn't a single barrier in front of the convenience store that could protect him. So Dewa chose to leave the convenience store and return to their rented house. "You're home so fast!" said Glenn as soon as he saw Dewa enter. Dewa replied, "There's nothing interesting around here." Glenn responded, "You think this is a tourist location so you can enjoy its beauty?" The man who had just taken off his baseball cap grinned broadly, "Well, who knew there was a pretty good city park, right?" Glenn Brawijaya just shook his head, couldn't believe what his friend was thinking. Suddenly he asked, "Glenn, when did you know Fero?" Glenn looked strangely at Dewa, "Why do you ask that?" Dewa shrugged his shoulders, "Just curious. You seem to really believe it." "Oh, I see. He worked for me after he finished school." Dewa asked again, "What did he do?" "

"Hey, wait a minute!" shouted one of the people who belonged to the group that Glenn didn't recognize. Glenn didn't want to cause suspicion in the eyes of those people, so he chose to stop walking. He didn't turn around and kept facing forward. "Raise your hands!" said the person standing right behind Glenn and pointing a gun at the back of Glenn's head. Glenn complied and the person turned Glenn around, examined Glenn's face and looked a little suspicious. Why did he look similar to Glenn Brawijaya's photo? thought that person. Glenn started to get on his guard and get ready to fight if it was necessary. The look in the man's eyes was clearly suspicious. The person spoke again in a deep voice, "Wait here and don't go anywhere!" The person no taller than Glenn had just turned around but suddenly someone appeared from behind the wall. The questioner had pointed his weapon at the person but the person with the red hoodie jacket was more agile and launched his shot and it hit the mi

"You'll find out later," the mysterious Dewa replied. Feeling that it was impossible for Dewa to give him an answer, Glenn decided not to ask anything more to someone he had considered as a friend. Even though there were so many questions bothering his mind, Glenn remained silent and didn't utter a word until they arrived at one of the provincial capitals in Indonesia. A big city that was the first time he visited, Surabaya. "Surabaya?" Glenn asked in surprise.Dewa nodded, "Yes. But this city is not our destination." "Then where?" "Unfortunately," replied Dewa. "Poor?" Glenn repeated. Dewa only smiled mysteriously, making Glenn even more curious. After arriving at the terminal, Dewa took Glenn to change buses that would take them to that destination city. "Come on, Glenn!" asked Dewa. Glenn got on the bus and waited while starting to wonder what kind of place they were going to. After nearly three hours of traveling, they got off near the side of the road. Glenn still manage