“Master!”Sang Kuriang saw one of his underling, a demon with appearance like ogre, ran to his direction in panic. “That- That white tiger demon! He managed to run away!”
It made him looked at that demon with a really cold eyes. “A useless low class demon like you… I don’t need you anymore.”
“No- no!” That demon kneeled in fear. “Please forgive me! I’ll do anything to bring him back, I promise!”
But Sang Kuriang is not known as a patience or a kind man. He blasted that demon with his power, killed it without remorse.
“Hm… maybe I’ll make this more interesting,” He smiled mysteriously and took off his amulet, “Let see what kind of new powerful demon that I can summon with this amulet.”
“Ghosts and demons I command you
Your body shall serve under me
Be anything and bow to my will.”
It made him looked at that demon with a really cold eyes. “A useless low class demon like you… I don’t need you anymore.”
“No- no!” That demon kneeled in fear. “Please forgive me! I’ll do anything to bring him back, I promise!”
But Sang Kuriang is not known as a patience or a kind man. He blasted that demon with his power, killed it without remorse.
“Hm… maybe I’ll make this more interesting,” He smiled mysteriously and took off his amulet, “Let see what kind of new powerful demon that I can summon with this amulet.”
“Ghosts and demons I command you
Your body shall serve under me
Be anything and bow to my will.”
Heavy shadows eclipsed the room, summoned spirits were made to congregate as Sang Kuriang made a the way from the realm of spirits thin, several dead fighting to come through but in the end indomitable will overcame all the other ghosts.
Light was further sapped from the room, the air was rend and lay dead for what seemed an infinite time, while for the living it passed in only a moment.
There in the centre of the room there was the victor, the spirit who rose courageously over the dead and was brought forth, granted a physical form. Shrouded by vaporised ectoplasmic residue his features were obscured but a moment, the shock of being brought into the realm taking its tole, requiring some time to wear away from Siege.
The residue would ebb. The warrior clad in armour remained knelt, motionless, breathless, eyes closed as light and life returned to the air about him before he could adjust enough to move.
"Where-..." one word, though the question was descriptive enough to express his utter loss. Cynesige did not know where on earth he was.
What… is that?
Sang Kuriang looked at Victor in front of him. A spirit of medieval knight? Well, that’s not what he expected.
“I’m Sang Kuriang, your master,” he said, and then he thrown a photo at Victor. It was a photo of a bloody teenager with tiger ears, white hair, blue eyes and tiger strips on his skin, holding double Kujang (curved blade knife) in the middle of dark forest. “I want you to find this demon and bring him back to me. He killed a lot of my underlings.”
//I'm back! I'm sorry for my late reply! //
Sang Kuriang looked at Victor in front of him. A spirit of medieval knight? Well, that’s not what he expected.
“I’m Sang Kuriang, your master,” he said, and then he thrown a photo at Victor. It was a photo of a bloody teenager with tiger ears, white hair, blue eyes and tiger strips on his skin, holding double Kujang (curved blade knife) in the middle of dark forest. “I want you to find this demon and bring him back to me. He killed a lot of my underlings.”
//I'm back! I'm sorry for my late reply! //
"..." As the photo fell to his fee the revenant warrior did not speak; not at first.
For too long the breathless knight stared at the picture, never had he laid eyes on such a thing after all, the concept of a "photograph" lost on the summoned spirit from another world. He stared while the photo lay there, the feet of the strangely-speaking man in front of him, the spirit's own gauntlet appearing strange where it pressed into the earth.
He looked up, defiance as plain on his face as the shallow scar which marred the male's bottom lip, his pupils encased in blackness when finally, the summoned warrior managed to speak to Kuriang.
"Where do I find this person?" He asked, instructions clear, he needed to find this boy with strange ears with blood on his hand...
For too long the breathless knight stared at the picture, never had he laid eyes on such a thing after all, the concept of a "photograph" lost on the summoned spirit from another world. He stared while the photo lay there, the feet of the strangely-speaking man in front of him, the spirit's own gauntlet appearing strange where it pressed into the earth.
He looked up, defiance as plain on his face as the shallow scar which marred the male's bottom lip, his pupils encased in blackness when finally, the summoned warrior managed to speak to Kuriang.
"Where do I find this person?" He asked, instructions clear, he needed to find this boy with strange ears with blood on his hand...
“He just managed to escape from us not a moment ago,” Sang Kuriang said. “Maybe he’s still in that forest, outside my castle. But that tiger demon can run pretty fast so… who knows? It’s your job to find him.”
Outside the small traditional style castle where Sang Kuriang and the knight were now, was a big dark forest.
Meanwhile on the other side of forest. The said demon stopped his run and panted, tried to catch his breath. He changed his form into normal human mode and pulled out his phone, called a number of police inspector that he know very well. “This is G,” he said. “I’ve found one of Sang Kuriang’s base.”
“Have you found the amulet too?” sound of the older guy came from the phone.
“I’m sorry, inspector,” he answered. “I saw it, but I failed to get it. He has too many underlings.”
The inspector silent for a moment, but then he ordered, “Go back to Metropolitan Headquarters.”
Outside the small traditional style castle where Sang Kuriang and the knight were now, was a big dark forest.
Meanwhile on the other side of forest. The said demon stopped his run and panted, tried to catch his breath. He changed his form into normal human mode and pulled out his phone, called a number of police inspector that he know very well. “This is G,” he said. “I’ve found one of Sang Kuriang’s base.”
“Have you found the amulet too?” sound of the older guy came from the phone.
“I’m sorry, inspector,” he answered. “I saw it, but I failed to get it. He has too many underlings.”
The inspector silent for a moment, but then he ordered, “Go back to Metropolitan Headquarters.”
He had not expected to be overwhelmed, yet it was all he could do as he stalked the forest outside the castle grounds. Touch, sound, smell... Even the taste of humid air as it fell on his skin and lips had left the revenant quite thoroughly disorientated. Yet he knew there was a mission, he had a face to the one he must find in that little picture, the warrior pressing on though his head was throbbing and every sense of his summoned form was screaming for attention!
He had managed to follow in the footsteps of the boy he was asked to find, his heavy armour not burdening the man who had practiced it in his own time before being summoned to whatever place he was currently walking, the sight of someone up ahead catching the attention of his eyes despite the flowing darkness.
From out the dark a heavy gauntlet reached out, the hand that the "demon" had been holding his bright device the target it, as the summoned knight in armour tried to get hold of this stranger and to get a better look.
He had managed to follow in the footsteps of the boy he was asked to find, his heavy armour not burdening the man who had practiced it in his own time before being summoned to whatever place he was currently walking, the sight of someone up ahead catching the attention of his eyes despite the flowing darkness.
From out the dark a heavy gauntlet reached out, the hand that the "demon" had been holding his bright device the target it, as the summoned knight in armour tried to get hold of this stranger and to get a better look.
"AAAAAAHH!!!!" A scream escaped Gilang's mouth when his wrist was grabbed so suddenly. His phone fell from his hand. He looked back, and he saw- what the- A scary looking man with pitch black eyes and scar on his bottom lip!?
He quicky changed back into his demon form and kicked hard to that man direction, because- Gods and Goddesses above, he was so scared!
'That man is ghost, right!?' Gilang thought. 'I can't sense his presence. Yes, definitely a ghost!'
"W-who are you?" He asked. "What are you!?"
And when he looked at that man's attire... huh, wait- a medieval knight??
He quicky changed back into his demon form and kicked hard to that man direction, because- Gods and Goddesses above, he was so scared!
'That man is ghost, right!?' Gilang thought. 'I can't sense his presence. Yes, definitely a ghost!'
"W-who are you?" He asked. "What are you!?"
And when he looked at that man's attire... huh, wait- a medieval knight??
"OUF!" The skilled kick of Gilang connected! Right in the scar, the demon's mighty blow was more than enough to knock over the armoured warrior, setting the ghost off balance as he fell back against the ground and the grass.
"Agh." Fallen where he was however the armoured man did not attempt to stand, a gauntlet pressed to his chin a moment before words came, finally addressing the 'demon' that had attacked him.
"... Ow." Words were, difficult... His senses overwhelmed, all the stimuli from the scent of trees, the damp coldness of the ground he fell upon, down to the pain radiating from his mouth and jaw - it was all potent and hard to master after so long of being...
"Dead. I was. Dead."
The dead black eyes faded, irises flooded with colour as well as life at the declaration, though the roughness of the warrior did not much fade. Letting the gauntlet fall from his face the fresh stubble he'd worn failed to hide the scar, slicing through his bottom lip and reaching down toward the then-bruised chin, a look of what seemed confusion pointed up at his unfortunate assailant.
"I was dead, though now I am returned, tasked with finding you." Not wanting to receive another kick from the mighty warrior he didn't get up, glancing instead at the ground where a picture lay, meaning for Gilang to look at it.
"As for my name... I was, and... Am, Cynesige. It's my honour to meet you sir." He tried, still not rising though the reason had perhaps become clear, as it was more than the overwhelming senses of that place or the (admittedly) potent kick he'd received that kept him down:
"I'm at your service..." Cynesige promised, reverence in the voice that still struggled then to form words, his deep voice filled with sincerity though he was on his backside still, fearful of inciting more aggression due to stupidity on his own part. A ghost and a clumsy one, apparently, sneaking up on his new liege Cynesige did...
"Agh." Fallen where he was however the armoured man did not attempt to stand, a gauntlet pressed to his chin a moment before words came, finally addressing the 'demon' that had attacked him.
"... Ow." Words were, difficult... His senses overwhelmed, all the stimuli from the scent of trees, the damp coldness of the ground he fell upon, down to the pain radiating from his mouth and jaw - it was all potent and hard to master after so long of being...
"Dead. I was. Dead."
The dead black eyes faded, irises flooded with colour as well as life at the declaration, though the roughness of the warrior did not much fade. Letting the gauntlet fall from his face the fresh stubble he'd worn failed to hide the scar, slicing through his bottom lip and reaching down toward the then-bruised chin, a look of what seemed confusion pointed up at his unfortunate assailant.
"I was dead, though now I am returned, tasked with finding you." Not wanting to receive another kick from the mighty warrior he didn't get up, glancing instead at the ground where a picture lay, meaning for Gilang to look at it.
"As for my name... I was, and... Am, Cynesige. It's my honour to meet you sir." He tried, still not rising though the reason had perhaps become clear, as it was more than the overwhelming senses of that place or the (admittedly) potent kick he'd received that kept him down:
"I'm at your service..." Cynesige promised, reverence in the voice that still struggled then to form words, his deep voice filled with sincerity though he was on his backside still, fearful of inciting more aggression due to stupidity on his own part. A ghost and a clumsy one, apparently, sneaking up on his new liege Cynesige did...
Richard Kimura Velasquez wrote:
(Don't freak out, it's just Mathunga here.)
The jagged, snarled treeline did well to conceal the figure crouched in the shadows. He was a good quarter of a kilometer from a boy with the phone pressed to his ear. His target didn't seem anything special. Messy ear-length hair. A sharp chin. Evenly spaced features. Wearing a casual hoodie. Still, it was wise not to judge based on first appearances. This was the very person who had interrupted the transport of so many invaluable assets. It was a near humiliation to Sanctum and they would not tolerate such a failure. So troublesome this Gilang person had been that Sanctum had had to send one of their best marksmen to put him out of action. Being at the top was pretty annoying sometimes. If things had gone Ricky's way, he'd be reclining inside a bungalow in Fiji sipping a pomegranate cocktail after having swam with sharks. But here he was in the middle of nowhere, lying on his belly, his finger caressing and teasing the trigger of his demonic rifle as if it were some fucked-up erogenous zone. Annoying. The boy was choosing to avoid any open areas. Of course he was. If he weren't intelligent, he wouldn't have been able to interrupt so many smugglers and supply lines.
"Just get into position so I can blow your fucking skull off, you bastard!" he growled in an undertone. Where his target stood at the moment was too protected. Ordinarily Ricky could have capped him without using a scope; without even having to open his eyes! But now? The strange energy fields radiating from the surrounding underbrush would warp and distort the path of even his antimatter rounds. Said energy was also causing his head to hurt like hell. It filled him with strange indescribable premonitions and clouded his senses with a painful buzz. It stopped him from opening his demon eye. Even more annoying.
The energy didn't seem to be affecting his comrade though. Contrary, the Corrupted was more energetic than usual. For some reason she had taken on the form of a towering ogre. The 'boulder' he leaned against was in fact the tip of her snout. Her gargantuan body was concealed in the shadow of the trees.
"C'mon," she pleaded for the umpteenth time. It made Ricky wish once more he could sever the mental link. "Let me at him, pleeeeeaaase? All I have to do is jump and then I can goosh him. No cleanup needed!"
"For the last time, no! He took on a whole plague warship all on his own! Do you really think he won't know how to deal with a big stupid troll? You could have been a bird or a rat! Then at least you could follow the bastard and tell me when he's in a favorable position! But noooo, you just HAD to be an giant! At least now you have a huge body to match your towering stupidity!"
"Aww. That's just mea-"
"Shut up!"
Gilang was moving into a clearing now. And luckily the energy fields were much more intermittent in the area. This was perfect. All Ricky had to do now was calculate the shot correctly and he could finally get out of here. He could see it already! Pale sun-kissed beaches, a shoreline curved to match the gentle lapping of crystal clear waves, tropical reefs, and fruit cocktails! The thought brought on a wave of euphoria. All he had to do was kill one person.
He calculated the angles in his head, aimed, and....
DAMN IT! Gilang had moved at the last possible moment. His head and upper torso had snapped back and twisted to as a counterbalance for his kick. It was only then he noticed what his target's foot had connected with: the head of a man with dark sandy hair. Who did he think he was, clad in outdated armor like that? A cosplayer? The sniper silently cursed the King Arthur wannabe for distracting his target.
Luckily he had chosen a negative bullet. The compressed black hole had sucked out the noise of the gunshot; no need for a silencer. It barreled onward, tunneling into the powdery soil next to a clump of flowers. Neither of the two figures had seemed to notice. But if he fired another shot they probably would. How satisfying it would have been to see his target's head shrivel into a tiny raisin.
He sat back with a disgusted sigh and swatted away the flies that were gathering on the man beside him. He looked about fifty. He was a balding unshaven man with poorly defined features, a bulbous nose and a shapeless jawline. As if he were a hastily drawn side character in an oil painting. For some reason he'd been quiet the whole time. Even during the bickering of his two companions. The darkness made it seem as if he were simply asleep. He wasn't. He was dead. Ricky had done that. Just before he'd collapsed to the ground, the man had painted the side of a sequoia red blood from his cracked open skull. His windpipe was crushed. Several broken ribs had caved inward and punctured his lung. A trail of spinal fluid from his broken neck leaked from his ear. Reinforced knuckles had made short work of the hunter. He'd ended up becoming the hunted. Ricky was surprised when all the first punch did was stun the middle-aged man. For all that flab, it took more blows than expected to fell him. Now the corpse would serve its purpose as Ricky's fallback plan. Just a little bit of demon magic would do the trick. He felt the roiling power build inside his veins. He was going to enjoy this more than he did killing the man.
Just a few moments later, an overweight middle aged man stalked out from the undergrowth. He was dressed in camo with a hunting rifle slung over one shoulder. The hunter introduced himself as Costello.
"Heya, boys! I was jest lookin' for a nice buck to hang on my wall back home but I lost all sense o' time! By the time I found myself, I was all turned around and lost. But then I saw this guy over here throw one hell of a roundhouse an' I wondered if there's a problem? Also, you feller's mind helpin' a lost soul? Can I stick with yeh just for now?"
The jagged, snarled treeline did well to conceal the figure crouched in the shadows. He was a good quarter of a kilometer from a boy with the phone pressed to his ear. His target didn't seem anything special. Messy ear-length hair. A sharp chin. Evenly spaced features. Wearing a casual hoodie. Still, it was wise not to judge based on first appearances. This was the very person who had interrupted the transport of so many invaluable assets. It was a near humiliation to Sanctum and they would not tolerate such a failure. So troublesome this Gilang person had been that Sanctum had had to send one of their best marksmen to put him out of action. Being at the top was pretty annoying sometimes. If things had gone Ricky's way, he'd be reclining inside a bungalow in Fiji sipping a pomegranate cocktail after having swam with sharks. But here he was in the middle of nowhere, lying on his belly, his finger caressing and teasing the trigger of his demonic rifle as if it were some fucked-up erogenous zone. Annoying. The boy was choosing to avoid any open areas. Of course he was. If he weren't intelligent, he wouldn't have been able to interrupt so many smugglers and supply lines.
"Just get into position so I can blow your fucking skull off, you bastard!" he growled in an undertone. Where his target stood at the moment was too protected. Ordinarily Ricky could have capped him without using a scope; without even having to open his eyes! But now? The strange energy fields radiating from the surrounding underbrush would warp and distort the path of even his antimatter rounds. Said energy was also causing his head to hurt like hell. It filled him with strange indescribable premonitions and clouded his senses with a painful buzz. It stopped him from opening his demon eye. Even more annoying.
The energy didn't seem to be affecting his comrade though. Contrary, the Corrupted was more energetic than usual. For some reason she had taken on the form of a towering ogre. The 'boulder' he leaned against was in fact the tip of her snout. Her gargantuan body was concealed in the shadow of the trees.
"C'mon," she pleaded for the umpteenth time. It made Ricky wish once more he could sever the mental link. "Let me at him, pleeeeeaaase? All I have to do is jump and then I can goosh him. No cleanup needed!"
"For the last time, no! He took on a whole plague warship all on his own! Do you really think he won't know how to deal with a big stupid troll? You could have been a bird or a rat! Then at least you could follow the bastard and tell me when he's in a favorable position! But noooo, you just HAD to be an giant! At least now you have a huge body to match your towering stupidity!"
"Aww. That's just mea-"
"Shut up!"
Gilang was moving into a clearing now. And luckily the energy fields were much more intermittent in the area. This was perfect. All Ricky had to do now was calculate the shot correctly and he could finally get out of here. He could see it already! Pale sun-kissed beaches, a shoreline curved to match the gentle lapping of crystal clear waves, tropical reefs, and fruit cocktails! The thought brought on a wave of euphoria. All he had to do was kill one person.
He calculated the angles in his head, aimed, and....
DAMN IT! Gilang had moved at the last possible moment. His head and upper torso had snapped back and twisted to as a counterbalance for his kick. It was only then he noticed what his target's foot had connected with: the head of a man with dark sandy hair. Who did he think he was, clad in outdated armor like that? A cosplayer? The sniper silently cursed the King Arthur wannabe for distracting his target.
Luckily he had chosen a negative bullet. The compressed black hole had sucked out the noise of the gunshot; no need for a silencer. It barreled onward, tunneling into the powdery soil next to a clump of flowers. Neither of the two figures had seemed to notice. But if he fired another shot they probably would. How satisfying it would have been to see his target's head shrivel into a tiny raisin.
He sat back with a disgusted sigh and swatted away the flies that were gathering on the man beside him. He looked about fifty. He was a balding unshaven man with poorly defined features, a bulbous nose and a shapeless jawline. As if he were a hastily drawn side character in an oil painting. For some reason he'd been quiet the whole time. Even during the bickering of his two companions. The darkness made it seem as if he were simply asleep. He wasn't. He was dead. Ricky had done that. Just before he'd collapsed to the ground, the man had painted the side of a sequoia red blood from his cracked open skull. His windpipe was crushed. Several broken ribs had caved inward and punctured his lung. A trail of spinal fluid from his broken neck leaked from his ear. Reinforced knuckles had made short work of the hunter. He'd ended up becoming the hunted. Ricky was surprised when all the first punch did was stun the middle-aged man. For all that flab, it took more blows than expected to fell him. Now the corpse would serve its purpose as Ricky's fallback plan. Just a little bit of demon magic would do the trick. He felt the roiling power build inside his veins. He was going to enjoy this more than he did killing the man.
Just a few moments later, an overweight middle aged man stalked out from the undergrowth. He was dressed in camo with a hunting rifle slung over one shoulder. The hunter introduced himself as Costello.
"Heya, boys! I was jest lookin' for a nice buck to hang on my wall back home but I lost all sense o' time! By the time I found myself, I was all turned around and lost. But then I saw this guy over here throw one hell of a roundhouse an' I wondered if there's a problem? Also, you feller's mind helpin' a lost soul? Can I stick with yeh just for now?"
“Agent G??” Sound of a very worried inspector came from the phone. “Agent G?? What happened!?? I heard a scream, are you still alive!??”
Gilang took his phone again and answered. “Sorry, there’s a really weird development.” He looked at Cynesige suspiciously. “I’ll call you again later,” he said, and then hang up the phone.
“You were dead… but now you are returned… from death,” Gilang repeated what Cynesige said with a frown. He took that photo of himself on the ground and saw it. Looking at that photo, he can draw conclusion, it must be Sang Kuriang who ordered this weird man. ‘Another type of necromancy?’ Gilang thought.
“Who tasked you?” Gilang asked to Cynesige, he want to hear the answer from the man himself. And this man was so suspicious. “And you said you were ordered to find me, then what do you mean by ‘I’m at your service’? Do you know who I am?” He didn’t mean to imply that he was famous, because he wasn’t, as far as he know, but… there’s no way that demigod ordering people to find him so they can serve him. ‘He’s way too polite as an enemy! Wait- is this what people says as a psychological attack strategy??’
And he still hasn’t realized yet, apparently there was another new person, aiming to assassinate him with a rifle.
Gilang took his phone again and answered. “Sorry, there’s a really weird development.” He looked at Cynesige suspiciously. “I’ll call you again later,” he said, and then hang up the phone.
“You were dead… but now you are returned… from death,” Gilang repeated what Cynesige said with a frown. He took that photo of himself on the ground and saw it. Looking at that photo, he can draw conclusion, it must be Sang Kuriang who ordered this weird man. ‘Another type of necromancy?’ Gilang thought.
“Who tasked you?” Gilang asked to Cynesige, he want to hear the answer from the man himself. And this man was so suspicious. “And you said you were ordered to find me, then what do you mean by ‘I’m at your service’? Do you know who I am?” He didn’t mean to imply that he was famous, because he wasn’t, as far as he know, but… there’s no way that demigod ordering people to find him so they can serve him. ‘He’s way too polite as an enemy! Wait- is this what people says as a psychological attack strategy??’
And he still hasn’t realized yet, apparently there was another new person, aiming to assassinate him with a rifle.
"That's right." He replied to the question of having come back from the dead, his tone serious and all but raspy as he spoke, only gradually acclimating to all the senses associated with living.
"I was ordered to find you by Sang Kuriang, the one who made it possible for me to cross through to your realm... He did not understand how his own magic worked however. Though he was able to return me to this world... He has no control over what I do.
He checked to see if his scar was bleeding, glad that it was not, then slowly got up as he was not attacked further. It was no place for a knight to be, sprawled on the ground where he'd fallen backwards. Besides, this fellow seemed rather good: no idea why, but something gave the knight that impression, so best to explain what he'd been talking about.
"Though I am returned, the one I am bound to serve has become you." He said, sitting forward and looking straight to the 'demon' Gilang.
"I may not know your name, or who you truly are, but as soon as my eyes fell on that image in your hand I knew. I am bound to guard YOU." He said, very serious in tone, his ability to speak appearing to have been restored in full; though the conversation was met with a kind of interruption.
"... Er, hello." Paradoxically the big scary revenant greeted the stranger! Clad in heavy armour, disorientated and swearing his allegiance to the 'demon' Gilang, he stopped to say "hello" to the portly fellow who came by looking for aid somehow...
"I was ordered to find you by Sang Kuriang, the one who made it possible for me to cross through to your realm... He did not understand how his own magic worked however. Though he was able to return me to this world... He has no control over what I do.
He checked to see if his scar was bleeding, glad that it was not, then slowly got up as he was not attacked further. It was no place for a knight to be, sprawled on the ground where he'd fallen backwards. Besides, this fellow seemed rather good: no idea why, but something gave the knight that impression, so best to explain what he'd been talking about.
"Though I am returned, the one I am bound to serve has become you." He said, sitting forward and looking straight to the 'demon' Gilang.
"I may not know your name, or who you truly are, but as soon as my eyes fell on that image in your hand I knew. I am bound to guard YOU." He said, very serious in tone, his ability to speak appearing to have been restored in full; though the conversation was met with a kind of interruption.
"... Er, hello." Paradoxically the big scary revenant greeted the stranger! Clad in heavy armour, disorientated and swearing his allegiance to the 'demon' Gilang, he stopped to say "hello" to the portly fellow who came by looking for aid somehow...
“To guard... what?”
Okay... this man was so strange. Uh... who cares, Gilang thought. This wasn’t part of his internship anyway. Maybe it would be better to let the real police officers to deal with this man.
But first... he must bring this man to metropolitan headquarters with him. Gilang stood up and said, “I want you to go with me.”
Okay... this man was so strange. Uh... who cares, Gilang thought. This wasn’t part of his internship anyway. Maybe it would be better to let the real police officers to deal with this man.
But first... he must bring this man to metropolitan headquarters with him. Gilang stood up and said, “I want you to go with me.”
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