BLACK CAT
A passion for Marven

A young man of about 25 years old was sitting leisurely while raising both his legs on the table.

Next to his left and right seats currently appeared three fat and potbellied middle-aged men trying to curry favor against the young man who appeared to be a young master from a wealthy family that's.

This is seen from its very luxurious appearance.

"Marvenes. Congratulations on the celebration of the seedy alley's return to the hands of the black cat gang." Said one of the fat men.

"Haha... You're good at licking, Strongkeng. You look so happy. What makes you so excited?" Ask the young man named Marven.

"Obviously we are very excited. This is because after all this time we have always been defeated by the skull gang, we can finally reclaim this slum Gang from their hands. Isn't that a proud achievement?!" Said another of the three middle-aged men.

"Accomplishments of your word? What achievements have you three done? This is Tigor's hard work. You see! Since he joined our organization, how much progress has he made? That's called achievement." Marven sneered.

"Tigor or us are the same young master. Whoever did it, you also get the results. This is because you were the only heir when our Chairman Martin chose to retire." They Say.

"Art! I remember very well a few years ago, you ran away when a gang of skulls came storming this place. Now, you feel proud of the achievements of others. Do you still have any shame?" Ask Marven.

"Marvenes. Tigor is just a tool. A vagrant will remain a vagrant. The crow will never be a peacock. It has become his nature. For him, when the Chairman picks himself up from the trash, then he has to do anything for the benefit of the organization. His job is to serve and sacrifice. Obviously he cannot be compared to us. We are senior members of the organization. As for him, just a pile of shit along with the other shit." Beni said he still did not know shame.

Obviously, Beni should not be offended by Marven or offended him. This is because he has a covert mission with his two best friends, Strongkeng and Togi, who are currently together with him to curry favor with the boy of the head of the black cat gang.

Strongkeng added. "Young Mr. Marven. You are a very competent person. Has a natural talent for mastering this organization. Your current age is the age that makes it possible to be a leader. With youthful energy, still hot blood, and assertiveness, making yourself a complete package to be a leader." Her words.

"What do you mean by this word Strongkeng?" Marven asked seriously.

"Let Beni explain."

"Marvenes. Lately I have seen the chairman always comparing yourself to Tigor. He even proudly told everyone that Tigor was his adopted son. Every day praise after praise goes to Tigor. I didn't think it out. Actually, who was the Chairman's son was you or Tigor?" Ask Beni.

"It's only natural that he gets a compliment from Dad. This is because he deserves that compliment. Are you envious?" Ask Marven.

"No. Not at all. But don't you feel that someday this Tigor could shift your position from heir to the throne in the organization?" Ask Beni.

"Don't take me to politics like this Beni. My goal is here to have fun. Don't spoil my mood with your incitement. I can still read Tigor's sincere intentions. Better not talk about it again!" Marven said not happy.

"I'm sorry we're Marven. Don't you get mad. But anyway, we are people who are very close to you. You're with my son Irfan and you play together often. You two are big in my arms. I don't want you to regret it one day when it's too late." Beni said.

Marven was no longer interested in the conversation. He immediately left the three clown-like middle-aged men and walked towards the front of the entertainment center to look for where Wulan was.

"How's Beni?" Ask Strongkeng.

"Don't be too pushy. Just slow. Let him fight with his heart. There's plenty of time." Beni replied with a wicked grin.

"You guys just calm down. I have a myriad of ways. Our focus is, we're going to make him the chief puppet. I want with his own hands he killed Martin. Huh.., Venice. Had it not been for this bastard Martin, Venia should have been mine." Beni was followed by laughter from Togi and Strongkeng.

At the same time, Tigor was with Andra, Ameng, Acong and Timbul and ten other people were already on the border between the city of Lake Putri and Stone Town.

Not wanting to arouse suspicion, Tigor chose a shortcut to follow the sugarcane plantation so that they arrived at the rubber plantation owned by PT.

"Is this Meng's place?" Ask Tigor.

"real bang. This is the rubber plantation. But our people are not here. They're in the front there about a kilo meter from here." Ameng.

"Pass. It's like this I want. We park our car here, then we walk forward there to control the area." Said Tigor who chose to ride a motorcycle as a guide and followed by Andra's entourage who drove a Van.

"Let's help me push this bike. My iron horse is too heavy." Tigor.

They then walked along a bush and dewy dirt road in the middle of the rubber plantation and alternately helped Tigor push his yamaha motorcycle.

"There bang. Our men are about 200 yards ahead there." Ameng.

"OKs. Let's walk ahead there. There's a water ditch there. The plan was to use the trench to remove all waste from the building. But because the building was not completed, the trench was also not completed perfectly. We can follow the moat to get to the lower floor of the bankrupt building." Tigor said as he led his companions walking in front.

"Meng. You call our people. Tell him I'm here and tell them to be ready!"

"Good Bang."

"Quick Meng! We'll wait for you here." Tigor whispered.

After everything was done, they began to sneak through the stuffy, dark and mossy trench.

For almost an hour they groped in the darkness of the five-hundred-meter-long trench and in the end they arrived also in a tunnel.

They painstakingly removed the concrete iron like a pentillation that covered the pit. After succeeding, one by one they crawled up and now they have arrived at the bottom floor of the bankrupt rusun building.

"Let's spread out and watch the situation around here. We need to know where Birong put his men." Tigor.

"good. Let's spread out. Each group consists of two people." Andra.

After making plans, the fourteen youths in rowdy police uniforms spread out to form seven groups towards the seven winds. Tigor now lives alone, taking off his outer garments and wearing a cat mask.

For a moment Tigor fumbled a few blades tucked away at his waist.

"There are twenty. I hope it's enough." Tigor said inwardly as he tidied up the arrangement of the throwing knife on his waist.

Soon, Tigor, aka Black Cat, had jumped out of the window and disappeared behind the grass.

In the concentration of the night and there is only the sound of crickets and night animals that sound deafening, ear, Several body figures began to settle to mark every point of the people placed by Birong to escort the transaction to be held by Acun.