Widow Killer Rises
Chapter 52. Madame Yo

Saras told John everything he got, there was a sense of tightness enveloping his heart that felt pain. Without feeling the time to move in the morning, John did not want to waste time immediately he slid into Saraswati's rented house.

Arriving at the door of Saras' rented house, the gallant man momentarily circulated his gaze to make sure, if he is safe because it has become a habit for an intel to do such a thing.

‘Luckily no one saw me coming here, do not know what slander Saras would get if I was caught visiting almost this morning like this, Saras did not know,’ muttered John in the heart before knocking on the door of Saras house. John immediately knocked on the door of the small house that had been occupied by Saras several times.

Saras, who had been waiting for John, opened the door immediately. Looking at John who was wailing a little made the woman also circulate her gaze, but with confusion she found nothing. It looks funny to see both of them.

“Come on John,” said Saras, seeing his friend who was like a frightened person made Saras smile funny.

John finally walked in, this cold morning making the man appear to be following him coldly. Without asking Saras made tea and brought a snack of boiled sweet potatoes that still puffed the smoke.

John who is accustomed to the life of nature, meeting boiled yams is like meeting kangen with an old friend. With sparkling eyes, the man who was irritated to speak was already wanting to devour what was before him.

“Eat John, I know you really like him,” Saras said kindly.

The woman who was now feeling disappointed with the heart-thieving man also let John devour the dish first. All the data he wanted to give John was actually prepared neatly before the intel came to his house.

“Is there anything you want to give me, Saras?” John asked with a flat face and sipped the warm tea quietly.

The man looks very impatient to get any evidence Saras has known after watching the mini disk he had deliberately stolen from Ravi's room. Sarah realized, if the person who is currently with her is an Intel who will always talk to the point just by going straight to the core of the problem.

“Yes, this is everything I found, try to see!”

Saras shoved the laptop that had been prepared before John came. John notices a cartoon that becomes one of the clues about who Ravi really is. Saras told him some of the codes he noticed when he saw the cartoon in detail and also repeated.

John saw everything Saras wrote and noticed the photo that had been taken by the beautiful woman while in Ravi's room. The shadow behind the dancer's painting made John take it seriously.

“What do you get John?” asked Saras, somehow the woman seemed to live up to her role as a spy agent in the action film made by Luc Besong. This time Saras really enjoyed her role, becoming a hotshot woman with extraordinary super intelligence. Haduuh, Saras began to be possessed by the film deh kayaknya, hehehe.

At a time when they are busy discussing solving many mysteries of what they find, far away in other parts of the world.

The female challenger from the same country as her, had started to drain her money because it always won the gamble. I don't know how many hours they keep fighting at the red gambling table. Alternately winning and losing makes Ravi angry.

During this time, just one round the man was able to make his opponent turn right and leave the gambling arena that was always hot on Ravi. This time Madam Yo, became her opponent that made the man addicted and I don't know how many sets they played tensely.

Madam Yo turns out not to be a random person, some of Ravi's minions who investigate who is actually Ms. Yo, are amazed. The underground dark business is in business but the lush-bodied woman also has a chicken noodle depot that is always crowded with visitors. All of that is done to just disguise as a good human being and also an independent woman. However, beyond that all his underground businesses made anyone who knew would gape as if in disbelief.

Drug trafficking, human trafficking and arms smuggling. All of that was within the grasp of that ordinary but elegant looking woman. The world is indeed full of theatrical stages, packaging is not something we can make a benchmark for judging someone.

Ravi felt fooled by the simple-looking padlock mistress — women who always have a characteristic with a hair roll that adorns his head, as well as cigarettes that never break in his suction. The hair roll was exactly like an unfinished person doing grooming, but the woman had already been here and there.

“This time what do you want to place as a bet, madam Yo?” asked Ravi coldly.

I don't know how much of his property has moved into the hands of the friendly-faced madam who is puffed up as her challenger.

“Haiyaa, come on young master Ravi, I am just a chicken noodle dealer trying my luck as a little guy to get a little bigger. There's not much I can bet on, I want your throne, how much value do I have to bet to get the title attached to you all this time?” ask mrs Yo in her signature style and always be humble when dealing with people.

The Duarrrr!

Ravi's body shakes like being struck by lightning, so far no one has ever dared to bid for his throne as a gambling king, he said, but this time a mother-fat chicken noodle basket with a fat body so casually bidding it like being buying onions in the market.

Does he think that Ravi is a child who is easily bullied? The fat lady completely mistook the opponent and challenged Ravi as well as her spirit, she had no idea that Ravi could have done something she had never thought of.

“What makes you dare to take my throne, madam? Most of whose name is the King of the Gods of Gambling is never a woman, unless you are originally a man of a tough man hibernation!” ravi asked in a fit of ridicule.

Of course, he who has always been proud of the title he has, would not easily get the title if just because he was a little intimidated from a woman, the man did not want to lose everything, he said, but this game can only stop if one of them says give up. As long as both parties survive and want to continue then the gambling will continue.

“Are you looking to die, Mrs Yo?”