Three days after King Lo lost track of Bob Bona, one of his men approached him with news about a nomad village located to the north of their hideout. According to the man, a few days ago, someone was found injured near the riverside and was now being cared for at the chef's tent in the village. The man believed that this injured person could be none other than Bob Bona himself. With this information in hand, King Lo decided it was time to take action and raid the village at dawn.

"Prepare for an attack," King Lo commanded his men with a sinister glint in his eyes. "At dawn, we will raid the nomad village."

His men nodded eagerly, ready to carry out their leader's orders. The village would soon bear witness to the wrath of King Lo and his ruthless gang. They would stop at nothing to find Bob Bona, the man who had managed to elude them once before.

In the early morning light, the piercing sound of roaring motorbikes shattered the tranquility of the sleeping village. King Lo's menacing men descended upon the unsuspecting villagers, their actions leaving a trail of destruction and fear in their wake. The villagers, jolted awake by the commotion, found themselves at the mercy of these ruthless intruders.

As the villagers frantically tried to comprehend the unfolding chaos, King Lo's men, fueled by a sadistic desire for control, began to ransack their homes. With callous disregard, they tore through the villagers' belongings, stripping them of their dignity and personal possessions. The air was heavy with the stench of fear and desperation.

Amidst the chaos, King Lo's voice boomed through the air, demanding to know the whereabouts of Bob Bona.  The villagers, trembling and disoriented, were forced to answer, their torn clothes serving as a testament to their powerlessness.

King Lo's rage knew no bounds as he confronted the village chief, slapping him repeatedly across the face. The chief, caught off guard and bewildered, was dragged outside by King Lo, who sought to extract information from him. The chief, unaware of Bob Bona's true identity, tried to reason with King Lo, but his words fell on deaf ears. King Lo saw through the chief's words, convinced that he was hiding something.

In an act of twisted dominance, King Lo issued a chilling order to his men. They were to capture every girl and youth in the village, snatching away their freedom and condemning them to a fate unknown. The villagers, filled with a seething hatred towards King Lo, were left defenseless and paralyzed by the overwhelming force that had descended upon them. The echoes of King Lo's laughter only served to deepen their resentment, as they grappled with the harsh reality of their helplessness.

Meanwhile, amidst the chaos and impending danger, Bob and Mica found themselves lost in the woods. Their passionate encounter had taken them on a wild journey, leaving them disoriented and separated from the rest of the world. The two lovers, caught up in the intensity of their desires, had lost themselves in the wilderness like wild mindless couples.

As they made their way back, they were horrified to witness the brutal attack on the village. Tents were set ablaze, innocent girls were being kidnapped, and those who dared to stand up were mercilessly slaughtered in front of their loved ones. Anger burned within Bob and Mica as they watched from the safety of the woods, vowing to put an end to this madness.

Bob's memories flooded back, hitting him like a tidal wave. He realizes that Mica is none other than a stranger to him. So while He fought with Mica, he kept asking question about her. 

Bob couldn't help but be captivated by Mica's fierce determination, especially when she effortlessly dispatched one of King Lo's henchmen with a swift and deadly strike from her small knife.

Moving silently from tent to tent, Bob and Mica eliminated King Lo's men one by one, their actions driven by a shared desire for justice. Their path led them to the chef's tent, which served as Mica's home. However, King Lo was no fool. He knew that Bob was lurking nearby and took advantage of the situation by torturing the chef and terrorizing his family in an attempt to draw Bob out.

"Bob! Come on! Show yourself, you bonafide ass!" King Lo taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

At that moment, Bob fully embraced his true identity as Bob Bona. His memories were restored, and he realized the depth of his feelings for Mica. Without hesitation, he pulled her close and kissed her passionately, a silent declaration of his unwavering resolve. With newfound determination, Bob walked tall into King Lo's clutches, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"There you are! Oh, how I've missed you, Bob!" King Lo teased, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

As Bob faced off against King Lo, Mica continued her stealthy maneuvers, incapacitating King Lo's henchmen one by one and silently freeing her people. They regrouped, silently preparing for a counterattack under Mica's strategic guidance.

"Sorry, Bob!" King Lo sneered, his voice filled with false remorse. "You better hope you're Death because you know too much."

Bob, ever the smooth talker, exuded confidence in the face of danger. "Ah, don't worry about that! I won't tell anyone about how you keep your ex-girlfriends in jars. I might have done something similar myself. No one should pass up the opportunity to keep people like us close."

King Lo let out a sinister laugh, convinced that Bob hadn't uncovered his true intentions. With a bleeding samurai sword in hand, he lunged at Bob, aiming to strike him down. But Bob, with his lightning-fast reflexes, effortlessly evaded the attack, his eyes locked onto King Lo's.

"That wasn't mine!" King Lo shouted, frustration evident in his voice. "It belonged to Crapie!"

Bob, using a wooden chair as a makeshift defensive weapon, smirked in response. "Ah, yes! My apologies, it's hard to keep track when there are so many skulls involved. Let me correct myself. Those were your ex-boyfriends, right?"

King Lo thrust his samurai sword again, only to have it deftly blocked by Bob. The tension in the air was palpable as they engaged in a deadly dance. "It was Crapie's collection! He had a peculiar taste for intimate encounters with the deceased," King Lo explained, his anger seething through his words. "I just... I came for the organs!"

Bob's skin crawled as he listened to King Lo's macabre explanation. The king's twisted desires revealed themselves, making Bob's stomach turn. But despite the disturbing revelation, Bob remained focused, sidestepping King Lo's attacks with finesse.

"Oh my... King, I always thought your villainous ways stemmed from a broken heart, but I didn't expect you to be so driven by greed!" Bob exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise. As King Lo relentlessly chased him, Bob skillfully evaded his swings by taking cover behind a nearby table. "Sorry for them! I need my money. Especially when you had a troublesome brother like Crapie. "

Bob continued to move around, taunting King Lo with his words. "Your brother? Crapie?" he mocked, his voice filled with amusement. King Lo's anger intensified, and he stabbed the air in a desperate attempt to find Bob's elusive body.

"Oh, I see it now!" Bob jeered, his taunting tone pushing King Lo further into madness. "I finally understand. It all makes sense now. You and your brothers... the girls at my place once mentioned that you had a rather... well, small penis!"

King Lo's face turned beet red as he shouted, "Fuck you, Bob!" Fueled by his rage, King Lo hurled his samurai sword, sending it soaring out of the tent in a fit of frustration.

Just as the tension reached its peak, Mica, suddenly appeared. With a few swift slashes, she severed all of King Lo's fingers, leaving him writhing in pain and unable to continue his pursuit of Bob. 

“I hate you Bob Bona!” scream King Lo knowing his end.