Bad Boy Agents

Rivalries

By midnight the wind was defeated by the heat of the streets. The drivers have started to gather in the race arena to fight for the prize that is not small. Edric the chairman of genk motor ‘Great black Knight’ shows the prize money of 30 million on the table. There is no other intention than to encourage the fighters tonight.

“Who has smelled this money?!” edric shouted at the members of the motor genk that surrounded him.

“Wuuuuuu!!! Love me Bro! Love me!!” cheers after cheers continued to be heard chiming in on Edric's question. The man laughed with satisfaction at the enthusiasm of his riders. The red jago in the barrel was getting fiercer, burning the spirits of the riders who numbered about fourteen.

“You all must submit a circuit of four rounds. FOUR ROUNDS AJA!!!!” again Edric shouted making the riders cheer again.

“Ready mental, 10 minutes later the match will start!” this is the last sentence that Edric called before the sound of music was increasingly noisy and fast-paced. The sound of the exhaust of the motor was heard louder, unpretentious between one motor with another motor. Edric told his confidant to put the money in a small suitcase and write it down as a gift.

“Where are you from?” edric asked when he saw Shaka who had just returned from pulling over.

“There is a business of dikitt,” Shaka still tidying his hair that was deliberately made messy when going to send photos to Gayatri.

“Ngabarin girlfriend lo?” ask Edric. Shaka just smiled, not meaning to chimed in. “Fuck you emang! Bring your girl here. Let him know the other world his guy. What girl lo home-grown kid is being hemmed in bae house?” Edric continued his curiosity.

“Not a girlfriend is bro,” Shaka still denies it.

“Halah, don't believe me! If it's not a girlfriend, you can't have your eyes straight on seeing a message from her. Dah, you win the race, so that dapet money for the treat lo.” girl Edric encouraged in a different way.

“As I said, I don't need any money. But I need your help,” Shaka insisted with his request this afternoon.

Edric looked at Shaka for a while, it seemed like this man was serious about his intentions. “Lo what the hell do you want? When we sit down first,” Edric takes Shaka back to sit on the crates of a stacked liquor bottle.

“Image I sent, you have not told me that,” Shaka staunchly questioned the picture of the skull he sent to Edric.

“Oh, that's what I've been looking for. The child emblem genk motor ‘Henka Kaizen’. Genk elite motor that broke up a month ago.” Edric answered casually, once then sipped a drink in his hand.

“Lo serious?” Shaka immediately reacted, quite surprised by the reply of the man before him.

“Ngapain I lied?” Edric chimed in with confidence. "It was my goal, but after I broke up, I had no interest anymore. There are still members, but I have no feeling. My target is the head of the genknya, I have to naklukin him and make him a soldier here. But he said, don't know where, after his genk in bubarin." Edric completes his explanation making Shaka think a lot.

“Keep why on bubarin?” Shaka was getting curious.

As Edric breathed his coarse breath, his gaze was serious on Shaka. “They kill people, without leaving any witnesses and evidence.”

Edric's reply left Shaka speechless. He began to approach the red thread he was searching for.

“You mean the murder of a high school boy from that famous school?” Shaka wanted to emphasize his curiosity.

“That's you tau!” Edric immediately chimed in making Shaka's heart feel stunned and stopped beating for a while.

“Weit, relax dong! Lo kayak want to kill me.” Edric to the point of rewind his body saw Shaka's response was so aggressive.

“Oh, sorry, I don't mean,” the man tried to calm himself, cupped his face and pressed between his eyebrows suddenly dizzy. He almost failed to control himself.

“Gue doesn't know who the head of his genk is, he never took off his helmet. Only if some of my bikes are broken. I think fitting a few times you join the fight and win, without pointing out who you really are, you are the leader of the genk. But it turns out, you are just a snot boy who has a lot of luck,” taunted Edric while patting Shaka on the shoulder.

Shaka just smiled a little, Edric greeting similar to Dwi saying, he has a lot of luck. Unfortunately they are wrong, for Shaka if he is so lucky, then he should not lose Rasya. He and Rasya should have been together longer, have each other.

“Lo have photos of its genk member motor?” Shaka was getting curious.

“Do not need to be in the photo, noh they become a rival lo,” said Edric while pointing to a horde of motorcycle genk which numbered about eight people.

Shaka blinked his eyes, seeing from a distance who the figures of those people were. The longer the vision becomes clearer.

“What? So they're actually members of genk motor?” shaka's mind was shocked.

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The riders have occupied their respective positions including Shaka who has covered his head and face with a full face helmet. Not only watching the streets, he also noticed someone who was beside him with an expensive and luxurious motorcycle.

Yeah, right, he's Dion. The picture of the skull that Shaka had been looking for all this time was clearly attached to his leather jacket which was definitely expensive. If you notice, the leather jacket must be the production of one of the British fashion houses. The material is from the best fiber that makes it expensive to add with a motorcycle genk emblem that covers Dion's sturdy back. It has been confirmed to cost tens or even hundreds of dollars.

Shaka thought, this man is the chairman of the motorcycle genk, but according to Edric, Dion is only a member of the motorcycle genk arrogant and difficult to manage. That's why he didn't target this man to get into his genk, because it would damage his genk.

“It turns out we even met here,” the man next to Shaka was talking between the buzz of the motor engine sound. He recognized Shaka from his unique bike.

“Hah, you are. That's why we met.” Shaka chimed in casually. The one abstinence in Dion's presence was, looking intimidated. When we show that, then this man will feel superior and will continue to press. That's what Gayatri is experiencing right now.

“Lo think you will win from me?” Dion looks at Shaka. The helmet glass slightly opened in his eyes, making Shaka can see the sharp eyes of his opponent.

“Renlightened and lost was never in my dictionary,” Shaka befell it no less brave. His lips are smiling. Although inside the helmet, but Dion can see it from the corner of Shaka's eyes that come narrowing when smiling.

“Okey, we prove who wins. I'd better tell you to be careful. Because it is not impossible, amateur racers like you will only be a road collision,” threatened Dion while grinning thinly.

“Hem, we see, am I really an enemy of the same streets or even close friends like a cocoon,” led Shaka who returned a smile followed by the pull of the motor gas that makes the big motor roar loudly like a hungry lion and emit exhaust fumes.

Dion no longer chimed in, his gaze now sharp on the street in front of him. Black and dark, for it must pass quickly.

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