"Go ahead, Brandon! Just tell me, what do you want to ask of me?" asked Mr. Jordi. "Do you still keep the Bible, Mr. Jordi? If you wish, I just want to borrow it. Maybe you don't need it anymore," Brandon replied. All who heard Brandon's request, were stunned and felt astonished. But for Mr. Badri, he already understood the meaning of Brandon's request. "Hahaha, apparently you intend to study your religion, Brandon! It just so happens that I still keep it, I will give it to you. After all, I had memorized all the Bible. Wait a minute, I'll get you the Bible!" replied Mr. Jordi, as he headed to his room and got the Bible. "Ay ay ay, don't you have a Bible at home, Brandon? If you want, I will give it to you. I have also memorized all the contents of the Bible," Damien chimed in. "Really? You memorized all the Bible, Damien?" asked Brandon.Damien had not had time to answer, Mr. Jordi had returned to the living room carrying a Bible. Mr. Jordi thrust the Bible into Brandon's hand
They seemed to be in disbelief what he heard, Mr. Jordi was willing to pay a million dollars, for those who could defeat the great master. For the master Badri and Damien, they will not be able to deal with the big master. The two of them hope a lot for Brandon, can defeat the big master. He stared in such a way, Brandon went awry. "Why are you all looking at me? The one who has Mr. Jordi's vow is not me, so don't look at me," Brandon said. "Hahaha, Mr. Jordi is indeed the one who vows, we won't be able to do it. We feel that you are the one who can fight against that great master, Brandon! Although we ourselves do not know the power possessed by the great master, what is wrong if we try to test it," replied Mr. Badri. "Why should I? There are still a lot of fighters out there, who probably have power beyond the big masters," Brandon explained."Those of us who are here, have seen your strength firsthand, Brandon! I myself don't doubt your ability, to fight against the great mas
"What are you waiting for, Mr. Jordi?" shouted Brandon, opening the car window. Getting permission from Brandon, Mr. Jordi immediately snatched his car keys lying on the table. Brandon is asked by Mr. Jordi, to get into his car. "Brandon, you get in my car!" pleaded Mr. Jordi. Brandon got out of the car driven by Damien, then switched into Mr. Jordi's car. Damien drove back to his car, while Mr. Jordi followed closely behind. At the same time, Mrs. Grace and Aldo had arrived at the base where they worked. They were about to meet Mr. Drake, who was suspected of kidnapping Mr. Hasim. The guards who recognized them, let them into the headquarters. Mrs. Grace and Aldo go straight to Mr. Drake's private room, but are blocked by one of Mr. Drake's personal bodyguards."Wait! Where are you two going?" "Don't try to hinder us! We want to meet Mr. Drake, quickly tell him to get out of his room!" snapped Mrs. Grace. "Sorry madam, Mr. Drake is not in his room. Mr. Drake hasn't returned
"What are you waiting for? Let's attack me!" challenged Mr. Drake. Mrs. Grace ignored Mr. Drake's challenge, she instead took out a mobile phone from her trouser pocket. Aldo, who was beside Grace, was astonished, then Aldo asked, "Grace, what are you doing? You still take the time to take calls, at times like this." Mrs. Grace motioned to Mr. Drake, to give time to receive the call. "Bastard! You want to play tricks on me, old lady?" snapped Mr. Drake. "Wait a minute, I received a call first. Aldo, you first fight with Mr. Drake. I will catch up, after receiving this call," pleaded Mrs. Grace. "Damn! You think we're playing around, Grace?" grumbled Aldo. "Be patient! I'm just for a while!" said Mrs. Grace, clicking the answer button. Mr. Drake is even more furious, seeing the actions of Mrs. Grace, who seems to be playing tricks on him."Hello, Ibra! What's the matter you called me?" "Hello, Grace! Have you heard from your husband? I came with Kelly to your house, we intend
"Shut up! I'm not afraid of anyone, you don't just talk, old lady!" snapped Mr. Drake. "You're not afraid of the big master either?" asked Mrs. Grace, deliberately angering Mr. Drake. Mr. Drake was instantly silent, when Mrs. Grace mentioned the name of the great master. "Apparently you know a lot, old lady! Where did you know about the great master, the old lady?" asked Mr. Drake, starting to soften. "Hihihi, apparently you were daunted to hear the name of the great master, Mr. Drake!" joked Mrs. Grace with a chuckle. "Shut up! You don't try to underestimate my strength, old lady! Now tell me, what do you want from me? You intend to take me to find the treasure map?" "Why not? Aren't you interested in that treasure, Mr. Drake? I'm not sure if you're not interested at all. If we manage to get the treasure, maybe we can share," replied Mrs. Grace."You're pretty clever in persuading me, old lady! I will help search for the treasure with you, but if you trick me again, I won't giv
"Master, who exactly put things inside this secret room? Why don't you know there is evidence?" asked Kelly. "Before I married Paula, all the belongings of Majid's mother, I was the one who put them. I didn't have time to see the contents of the tape, I didn't pay attention to it at all. I was really careless, I had neglected Majid all this time. I should have known it from the beginning," explained Mr. Ibra, sitting on the edge of Majid's bed. Seeing his father's sadness, Majid sat beside Ibra's master and said, "Never mind, father! Don't blame yourself dad, all has passed. Now we just need to find the whereabouts of the two of them, and take responsibility for the crimes of my stepmother. I also found out that during this time Amrin helped change the medicine I was taking. I tried to vomit out Amrin's medicine, but he kept forcing me to swallow it.""Outrageous! Amrin also helped your stepmother, so that you remain paralyzed forever. Luckily Miss Kelly told me about the drug, at f
"Then don't call me master either! I also don't deserve to be called by the appendage of master, call my name directly." Brandon glared at Mr. Badri, replying, "You don't equate me with you, Mr. Badri! After all, you are my teacher, you are the one who taught me. The concept is not like that, Mr. Badri! I prefer to call you sir, it's thanks to you that I own this horse farm," Brandon retorted. "What's wrong with you two? Why don't you suddenly like being called master? In that case, I don't want to be called a master like you," Mr. Jordi chimed in. Brandon and Mr. Badri turned to Mr. Jordi at the same time, and Brandon returned Mr. Jordi's words. "Gosh! Why do everyone join in not wanting to be called master? You two are used to being called master, while I feel very uncomfortable. Don't compare me to you two, I'm nothing. I'm not an important person, I'm not a nobleman, I'm just an ordinary young man." "Ay ay ay, don't confuse me! What should I call you guys? If Mr. Badri deserv
Brandon just smiled at Mr. Ibra, showing him the book. Looking at the book Brandon showed him, Mr. Ibra was amazed and wrinkled his forehead. "The Bible? Are you studying the Bible, Brandon?" asked Mr. Ibra. Brandon hadn't had time to answer Mr. Ibra's question, Mr. Jordi interrupted, "Brandon is studying religion, Mr. Ibra! Brandon is also interested in the teachings of Islam, but he hasn't had time to study them." "Is it true what Mr. Jordi said, Brandon? Are you also going to study Islam?" asked Mr. Ibra, turning to Brandon again. Again, Brandon did not have time to answer Mr. Ibra's question, because Mr. Badri also spoke up and answered Mr. Ibra's question. "It's true, master Ibra! Brandon had started to follow our movements, while we were praying.Brandon understood the attitude of standing in prayer, which I myself did not yet know. The standing posture is perfect, made as an easel in starting the fight. I have never seen a fighter, who uses horses from a standing stance