Novel & Cerita Macho Man From Despicable Me

Or who was the sexy god again? "Sit," the first guy I saw offered. He has an easy smile playing on his lips. He was friendly. How did he do it? Fine, sexy, probably smart, and friendly? The other big guy kept his eyes on me like I was prey. The chills I felt in my spine... I guess he was Mr.SA then, he looked mean and angry at the world. Who hurt you? "Please introduce yourself," the friendly god smiled. "Oh, right. Hi, Good morning, uh, My name is Mek Machu, and I'm here for the secretary position," that was poor, but who cares?

It would be more precise to say that his skin was torn apart, because something was hiding inside. The man in a dirty torn Daoist robe looked human, but even a child could tell that he was no human. To be more precise, it was as if he was wearing human skin, pretending but failing to appear like a human. The enemy’s frame was gigantic, at least nine meters tall, with a body lined with brutish marks and brown fur. One of his eyes was red, and the hair on his head looked like a lion’s mane. His other eyeball was missing, leaving a gaping hole on his face.

“The difference is—you didn’t look away.” Emotion tightened my chest. Before I could respond, my phone rang again. This time, it was Agent Villanueva. “We need you,” she said. “Now.” --- The interrogation room was colder than I expected. Marcus Delgado sat across from me, separated by a long table and the weight of his own arrogance. He looked smaller without his tailored suits and commanding presence. Still dangerous—but diminished. His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and furious. “So,” he said smoothly. “You finally decided to burn everything down.”

he warns me. My eyes turn to the environment and a single man wearing a black T-shirt and pants approaches us, i take note of his appearance, with over 6 feet tall in height with a muscular build, rugged features, buzzed black hair with a snake tattoo drawn at the left side of his face, and piercing brown eyes “Are all the Mafia men handsome and attractive?” I whisper to myself with a smirk “Did you say something?” Alex turns to me with a brow raised, a sly smile on his face

"We managed to capture this woman from Sthorpicons. What are the next plans?" From here at my current location, I could still see their faces I want to rip off if ever I got the chance to whack their faces off. As soon as their gazes went on me, my whole body trembled as I saw the man in the middle smirking at me. His evil smiles gave me chills. He was huge, almost like Captain Hulk, well not to mention his stupid green hair style. It suits him very well. If Captain Hulk doesn't exist, I might describe him as Shrek.

But I held myself back because it was still Mutiny in control and I would never do anything to betray Faith. ### "Stop laughing, will you?" I growled, and it made Mutiny roar with laughter even louder. "Geez, I don't look that funny." "It is funny!" she objected. "The king of the underworld with a shoulder sling! You look like a troubled teenager." I frowned and turned to Denver."Do I look funny?" "No comments," he curtly said. "Denver!" I whined. "Don't betray me." "I'm staying quiet because I don't want to betray you," he responded.

Mane looked dissatisfied as he grumbled. “Easy steps kid,” Dan’s figure flashed as he disappeared from his former position and reappeared right next to Mane. He ruffled Mane’s golden hair with a small grin on his face as Mane tried to get the man off him. Mane was tall, but Dan had the physique of a hulk. So Mane still looked like a kid before the giant man. After several dozens of seconds Mane was able to pull himself free.

Amidst the crowd was an old man in his sixties. Yet, his physique was still overbearing and sturdy. With strong eyebrows, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon’s. All in all, this old man gave off the impression of prestige and dignity. At first glance, this man somewhat resembled the character of Magneto from Marvel comics. In terms of his appearance, he shared a high similarity to the character. This man was none other than Andusk Dragoon, the Grand Elder of Six Doors.

This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld. Macho lowered his massive frame onto the chair opposite Sabastine. His piercing eyes, set beneath a furrowed brow, sized up Sabastine, evaluating him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Sabastine met his gaze, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "What's brought you here, and what do I owe you?" Macho's voice rumbled, a low and gravelly timbre that resonated within the confines of the prison visitation room.

He screams looking down at me. That’s it, my rage takes over me. I stand up and slap him right across the face. He pins me to the wall, gripping my wrists tightly. “Don’t forget who I am, Amber,” he says tightening his grip by moving my hands over my head, “Or what I am capable of.” I quiver as clips of the night I first saw him and the night he took on over five men played through my mind. He lets go of me, and I change back into my own clothes. He rides me back to the hotel.