Since I Found You
The Fighter's

Vlad's blue eyes, watch out for the shadow from the central rearview mirror. He found something strange when the car stopped on the road in front of his house. Vlad also saw some unidentified people get off the vehicle, then surrounded the two-story building. “Sial!” grunts, when the last car stops right in front of the path that leads directly to the terrace of the house. Herbert came down from there with a soft look.

“Your father is looking for me!” vlad's wrath while hitting the wheel.

“Dad?” reset Altea. The cold sweat of the young lady poured down. He turned around to follow Vlad's point of view. A look at Altea's brown eyes, straight through the back glass of his car. “A-what should I do?” tanyanya.

“You stay here!” decreed Vlad. As fast as lightning, he got off the vehicle. Vlad walked quickly to Herbert. “You're here, Old Man!” it was without talking. .

“Ah, incidentally, Mr. Liar. Unexpectedly, it turns out that you are cooperating with my daughter.” Herbert grinned widely. “However, I'm smarter than you. Now, I'm bringing in a lot of troops. Hand over my daughter or ..”

Not yet finished the thick-bearded man spoke, Vlad already hit his jaw first. The middle-aged man staggered to the side and almost fell.

“Ka-you!” With great difficulty, Herbert tried to get up. However, Vlad again rewarded him with a proper hard kick against the stomach.

“We continue this business later!” Vlad's index finger pointed at Herbert's face which looked so shocked. Altea's biological father, did not expect that the man who he thought looked so quiet turned out to be able to beat him up to not wrinkle.

Vlad even added a kick to Herbert's shins before entering the house.

A great anger increasingly controlled the Russian man, when he saw the living room that was already in a state of poranda. Ilsa screamed in fear while hugging Elke from behind, as several people broke furniture and kicked at the door.

“Hei! Your asshole! Get out of my house!” vlad shouted.

Some of the five men immediately stopped the action. They turned their heads, then stared intently at the blond man. The five men were about to skin the handsome man.

“This is the man you mean, Bardolf?” Suddenly, a voice came from the top of the stairs leading to the second floor. Folke, the thin bald man, walked down the stairs quietly. He acted as if he were at home. Meanwhile, a man named Bardolf followed behind.

“Have you never learned manners? I entered my house and acted like the owner of this place. Do you feel like his master here?” vlad snarled with both hands clenched.

“Yes. I am indeed the master, and you must submit to me,” Folke said put on a scary look. The man's intention was to intimidate his interlocutor.

However, Vlad laughed at the man's body language. Vlad looked at Folke with a scornful look.

“It turns out your head not only has no hair, but also no brain," Vlad lightly tucked. Although he was alone, but the blue-eyed handsome man was not daunted at all.

“Hei! Don't be insolent!” sergeant one of Folke's men. He came forward and was intent on attacking Vlad.

However, the Russian man first hit him with a powerful kick from his fake foot. Because of the powerful kick earlier, Folke's men immediately floated and fell backward. His head hit the iron bars, which were in the middle of the fireplace shelf. The man was immediately unconscious.

Vlad smirked in satisfaction, as everyone there looked in disbelief at him. With a slow and alert movement, Vlad half bent down and then revealed his pants to the knee. False feet look black. “This object is made of carbon fiber, much sturdier than steel. I can kill you easily using my fake leg,” Vlad said as he tapped on the fake leg.

“Badness!” Folke's tapered face was red. “You don't know who you're dealing with, asshole!” yells.

“Quite bases! Tell me where princess Herbert is!” jerk Folke while hitting the ladder.

“Nobody can rule me,” hiss Vlad.

“You really challenged me, yes!” Jaw Folke tightens. His teeth clashed against each other in order to withstand the emotions that filled his chest. “Stop him, Kids!” word's loud.

“No! Please. Stop!” Elke tried to stand up from her wheelchair. However, what is the power of a woman who has just finished treatment in the hospital due to heart disease. Ilsa, who knew how dangerous the mistress' actions were, immediately prevented the woman from such ridiculous actions.

Ilsa immediately grabbed Elke's fragile body, then sat him down again. He even pushed Vlad's mother's wheelchair into a corner of the room, to get away from the commotion. Ilsa was standing by the window that led to the house next door, where Thomas and Uli were busy cleaning every room in it. The two men, unaware of the danger in the main house.

Ilsa secretly reached into her skirt pocket to grab a cell phone. He's trying to get in touch with Thomas. However, before that happened, a man Folke fell so hard on his feet. Ilsa screamed loudly. Same with Elke. Put the phone back in his pocket.

The man who was in the face down position, released a lot of blood coming from the nose. Vlad is the culprit. He punched the man's nose and temples, breaking and tearing his skin.

“Vlad!” Elke shouted again, after seeing her only son held by two people on the left and right sides. The two tightly gripped Vlad's arm, so the man was unable to move.

Seeing a great opportunity before his eyes, Folke rushed down and approached one of the men standing right in front of Vlad. The boy was about to throw a punch at the blonde.

Unexpectedly, before Folke's men nailed his fists, Vlad first gore the man to his right, until he loosened the handle.

Vlad's right hand is free. Not wanting to waste any time, he gathered all the strength in the right palm that had been clenched.

Vlad hit the man on the left side, then hit the man in front of him. The three men surrounding him had collapsed simultaneously. Now, there is only Folke who is gawking. It was a few steps away from where Vlad was standing.

“Say, who is the master now?” Vlad laughs. Her hair was disheveled. Some cover the forehead, and others are on the cheeks. Vlad blew his hair tightly, so as not to block the view.

“You? Who are you exactly?” Folke spoke with trembling. One of his index fingers was pointing slowly at Vlad's face. Before the skinny fingers were straight outstretched, Vlad had already thrust a punch in Folke's heart. He groaned in pain, then bowed while holding his stomach. Folke fell prostrate right in front of Vlad's feet.

“Stop or I kill him!” Bardolf, who escaped Vlad's supervision, was already near Elke. Before Vlad could move, Bardolf had already pulled Elke's body to stand. Not only that, he also draped a small knife on the middle-aged woman's neck.

“Fuck you!” vlad Maki.

“Do not move!” Bardolf pressed the knife against Elke's neck. A drop of fresh blood came out from the surface of the slashed skin.

“Stop! I'm right here! Release Madam Elke!” the voice of a girl who was none other than Altea.

Vlad immediately turned around and found Altea standing in the doorway with teary eyes.

“Stop all this. Please! I'll go with you guys. Do whatever you want with me, but don't hurt Mrs Elke,” said Altea with full eyes.