Nagini: The Last Silat Warrior An Indonesian Wuxia Epic - CHAPTER 36 - One Night, Too Many Enemies

36-1 Kembang Setaman Discotheque Under Siege

Mariana kept staring at the laptop screen. Her eyes did not blink. Her jaw tightened.

From the front door came a violent commotion. The entrance was smashed as about twenty men stormed in, wielding wooden clubs.

Thud!

Crash!

Two security guards were hurled backward, smashing into a table stacked with bottles and glasses.

Clang!

Shatter!

The dancing crowd panicked. Screams erupted as people pushed and shoved toward the exits.

Mariana frowned.

Mariana: “Green Gang.”

Her eyes never left the laptop screen. In front of her, Broto and the CCTV operator stood rigid.

Broto: “Madam?”

Mariana gestured calmly for him to stay quiet.

From the left-side door, several guards were thrown inside.

Thud!

Bang!

They slammed into the bartender’s counter.

Crack!

Smash!

Bottles shattered, liquid splashing across the floor.

Guests fled in chaos. That side of the club was completely wrecked.

Two twin girls in pink leather jackets burst in, fists clenched.

They were followed by a middle-aged man and woman, crouched low in fighting stances.

Mariana murmured.

Mariana: “Rani and Rina.”

The laptop screen continued to glow.

From the right-side entrance, police sirens wailed.

Wii—wii—wii!

Mariana unfolded her paper fan.

Mariana: “Densus 88.”

Her gaze remained fixed on the laptop.

On the CCTV feed—

the apartment basement.

A woman in a red jacket and a policeman hurried toward the elevator.

Mariana shouted sharply.

Mariana: “Nagini!”

Her fist clenched. Her eyes glinted. A mocking smile curved her lips.

Mariana: “Good. They all came.”

***

36-2 Giono Storms Kembang Setaman Discotheque

Meanwhile.

The sidewalk in front of the abandoned building was dark. No neon lights. Silent and deserted.

Suddenly—

A masked man stepped out, dragging a large suitcase.

He removed the mask.

His eyes locked onto Kembang Setaman Discotheque.

Giono: “Weladalah, damn goats!”

He was Giono, leader of the Green Gang.

Giono: “Three bullets and you’re still alive, Mariana?”

He clicked his tongue.

Giono: “Welalah.. Wedus!”

From a distance—

Crash!

Smash!

Shatter!

Shouts and sirens echoed through the night.

Giono: “Weladalah… it’s getting louder.”

He tossed the suitcase into his car, locked it, and hurried toward the nightclub.

At the front hall, Turiman, Karto, Tikno, and the others were already rampaging.

Security guards were sent flying under club strikes.

Thud!

Bam!

Giono: “You idiots! I told you not to get involved! Karto! Turiman!”

A Small Smile from Mariana

Disco lights spun wildly, splashing colors over bodies colliding and crashing into one another.

Screams filled the air.

The Green Gang charged forward.

Turiman: “Strike!”

Tikno: “Beat them!”

Karto: “Turn them into sticky rice martabak!”

Danu: “Mash them into potato fritters!”

Thump!

“Oof!”

Crash!

Bang!

“Mercy, Auntie!”

From the opposite side—

Salamun: “Turn them into anchovy crackers!”

Kolil: “Make gado-gado out of them!”

Mesran: “Choose—hospital or graveyard?”

The uproar sounded like a night market in full chaos.

Clang!

Smash!

Bang!

From the second floor, Mariana watched coldly.

Her anger boiled—but hearing those ridiculous food shouts…

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

Ngatmo, Karsiyah, Rani, and Rina Rampage

Mariana sipped her cocktail through a bent straw.

Calm. Composed.

The DJ’s bass kept pounding beneath screams, shattering glass, and crashing furniture.

Disco lights flashed across bruised and battered faces.

Broto and the CCTV operator exchanged tense glances.

Riko, Reno, Rifai, and Rendi grew restless.

Riko: “This is bad. The Green Gang again.”

Reno: “It’s not just them.”

Rifai: “You mean… the police too?”

Rendi nodded.

Rendi: “Even the twin flying-knife girls are here.”

Broto snapped.

Broto: “Quiet! The Madam needs focus.”

They fell silent.

Below—

Ngatmo struck.

Thud!

A guard collapsed. His lip swelled instantly.

Ngatmo followed up.

Wham!

Crash!

A kick sent another guard flying into a table. Bottles shattered. His arm hung limp.

Karsiyah moved.

Thump!

Smack!

A punch to the forehead—

Bump!

A swelling rose like an onion.

An open-handed slap—

Smack!

The guard staggered sideways, vision spinning. His cheek ballooned.

Four guards groaned on the floor.

Small knives were embedded—one in each of their hands.

Security 1: “Aaargh! It burns!”

Security 2: “There’s a knife in my hand!”

Yes.

That was the rampage of Rani and Rin

the twin masters of flying knives.

To be continued21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaB6W7p2Z81

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