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Mr. K blinked his eyes and moved his body.

He just woke up after passing out for about 2 hours.

Mr. K stretched his body while watching the wound and cleaned the wound on his leg with the alcohol he had previously prepared.

"Anthony..., look at my revenge ... just watch out if you touch Clara ..." growled Mr.K when he remembered the person who had injured him.

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Mr.K lazily stepped his feet towards the supermarket to buy some necessities, as well as a small snack that had run out, after a trip that could be said to be quite far from the house he lived.

Not long after, Mr. K's cellphone rang. Mr. K looked for a moment at the name displayed on the screen of Mr.K's cellphone.

Mr.K picks up the phone because he believes that the person calling him could not give him a phone call if it is not essential.

More precisely, Mr. K does not like small talk of insignificant things, and the person who gave the phone call to Mr.K knows very well.

"Hello."

"..."

"Sir, the fingerprint on Clara's bloodstain is none other than Anthony, the professional killer, who can read the movements of the opponent."

"So, the attacker that is mean to be a professional at that time was Anthony?"

"Yes, sir."

"Damn .... H ..- he ... argh .." irritated Mr.K hanging.

"You know him, sir?"

"Yes ... I can say that I .... know him well."

"Does he know you too, sir?"

"I don't think so ..."

"Be careful, sir ... he is sneaky to his opponent if he knows the strengths and weaknesses of the opponent."

"Yes."

After the conversation is over, Mr.K turned off the phone again.

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Mr.K is already in a sizeable supermarket and looking for everything he needs.

After feeling finished, Mr. K immediately paid for the groceries and stepped into the car park.

Bam!

"Sorry," said the young man who deliberately hit Mr.K.

Mr. K realized that the person in front of him accidentally bumped into him.

At first, Mr.K was confused, why the young man in front of him who was bowing "sorry" casually bumped into him.

But after Mr.K watched from the tip of the hat to the shoe, Mr.K knew that the person in front of him was now Anthony, who was none other than the attacker who had previously attacked Clara.

'Damn ... from his gesture, it looks like he wants to paralyze me and make my bait,' said Mr.K to himself.

Mr.K quickly smiled thinly at the young man and accelerated his steps towards the car park.

'I have to divert him without having to use my strength so that he doesn't know who I am.'

Mr. K quickly racked his brains for an answer.

'Ugh, why is my brain suddenly stuck.'

While Mr.K accelerated his walk, Mr. K outwits Anthony by hiding behind a reasonably large pillar not far from the supermarket.

Anthony almost lost track of Mr.K, if only there were no children who were practically grazed by a car that had just come out of the parking lot without the parents' supervision.

Mr.K quickly ran towards the little boy.

Screech...

"Be careful, kid, where are your parents?"

Asked Mr. K to the child, he managed to save while bending his body equal.

The little boy only looked to the figure behind Mr.K.

Mr. K also looked up at the child's parents, who had repeatedly said the word "thank you" to Mr.K.

"Take care of your child," said Mr. K coldly, then left the child and the child's parents.

Anthony quickly took the opportunity.

Anthony quickly accelerated his pace so that he could shorten the distance between himself and Mr.K.

Mr.K knows that Anthony is not far from him for that Mr.K changes his strategy.

Just as Anthony wanted to hit Mr.K's bend, Mr. K suddenly stopped his steps and looked down, pretending to tie his shoelaces, of course, finally causing Anthony to trip a little with his movements.

But Anthony didn't just give up. He returned to follow Mr. K's steps towards the basement parking without rushing.

Mr.K knows that Anthony has now started to play it safe; for that, Mr.K follows his game by not stepping into the parking lot in a hurry.

Mr. K slowed down Anthony's walk by pretending to contact someone for a relatively long time, once Mr.K stopped his steps and turned around on the spot as if lost in conversation with someone on the phone.

To be honest, Mr.K played this tactic to play on Anthony's emotions, which in Mr.K's view, was less stable.

Mr. K did not want Anthony to realize that he could be said professional and find his background.

When Anthony felt his emotions were peaking, then Mr.K returned to his car.

As Mr.K guessed, Anthony was now in an emotional state that already filled with irritation, for that he immediately took out his pocket knife and was about to attack Mr. K's stomach to speed up paralyzing Mr.K's movements, which was undoubtedly beyond Anthony's original plan.

Mr. K, who realized this, immediately slowed down his walking movement. When he felt Anthony was very close behind him about to attack, Mr. K immediately jumped forward as if he was walking with a cheerful heart, which of course, Anthony was shocked and fell. Forward.

Screech ...

Accidentally the knife that also bounced injured and Mr.K's lower leg.

Suddenly Mr. K felt pain in the back of his leg, but to outwit Anthony, he still pretended as if nothing had happened until he made it to the car and started the engine.

"Shit," growled Anthony when he fell on the asphalt basement.

'Blood'

"It turned out that my knife hit him," muttered Anthony as he picked up the knife which had also bounced.

When he felt that he had succeeded in limiting Mr.K's movement, Anthony released Mr.K without chasing him at all. Anthony was sure that Mr.K would sooner or later he would get back.

"Tsk, he's stupid ... didn't realize that the knife had cut his skin."

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