Gangster Love Muslim Girl

Triumph

Bismillah.

"Lo won't win Faqih." shouted Viko from the top of his bike.

Faqih already understands Viko wants to privatize him so that the Atras gang can win the race this time. More often pay attention to Revan, Faqih so know what kind of cunning tricks used by the enemy. Faqih is someone who easily understands something that he looks at.

"We'll see Viko, who will win. Prove through ability not speech." reply Faqih.

Faqih further increases the speed of the motor, he wants to pivot Viko through action, not like Viko who tries to pivot himself through speech that does not ignite the emotions of a Faqih.

"Damn!" viko, how not to be upset. He did not manage to make Faqih emotional and now he is far from Faqih.

Viko further increased the speed of his motronya to pursue Faqih. Unfortunately Viko was late in 10 minutes, Faqih was already in the finish line while Viko could only catch Faqih. When Faqih motor is already in the finish line.

"You see who will win." Digo and Irfan smiled mockingly at Atras' gang.

"Hahah, don't be happy just yet. We still have 3 games to go, no idea who will win. So don't be happy at the beginning, who knows you lose."

Actually the Jockey tried to provoke Revan's anger, he failed like that. Revan didn't make any comment on the Jockey's words. He was busy with his own world.

"Next!" the sound of wild racing referees makes the chairmen decide who will race next.

"Dirga's your turn." get the Jockey to Atras' vice-chairman.

Dirga did not say much, he just went ahead. No matter whose opponent, tonight Dirga just want to race.

That sneaky smile came back up on both corners of Revan's lips. He had already guessed that the second race would be the advanced Dirga and the Jockey hoped that Revan would be the one against Dirga. Unfortunately, all Jockey strategies can be read by Revan.

"Gib, it's your turn."

The Jockey's eyes glared perfectly hearing the name called by Revan. Though he already reckoned Dirga out for the second race against Revan. Turns out he was wrong Revan would be his opponent.

To re-prorovocate Revan, the Jockey smiled mockingly at Revandra's gang leader. He wanted to see if Revan would still choose Gibran to face Dirga. Or Revan will intervene on his own afterwards.

"Lo's afraid of Dirga's opponent." The Jockey deliberately raised his voice so that everyone on the race circuit heard his words.

"Fearful? Of course not." The answer that came out of Revan's mouth sounded so relaxed, that it made them all unable to guess what Revan was planning.

Revan stared at the Jockey in brackets for a long time, not the look of a friend, nor the friendship Revan showed. But the gaze of an extremely challenging opponent poured down the Jockey in his eyes. The jockey as the chairman of Atras should be in effect keeping calm so that people do not underestimate their gang.

"I'm not afraid of Dirga, it's just that tonight I'm Revan Revandra challenging the Jockey as Atras chairman for the race" Revan said very loudly.

"Hahahaha, you can't afford to have a jockey hit by his own trap." Revan laughed victory in his heart, as if he had found a new game.

So serious Revan and Jockey talk insistent with each other, until they are not aware Gibran and Dirga have started to advance their motorbike.

This time Gibran had to try hard in order to win from Dirga. He used to fight the racing king of Atras, unfortunately Gibran lost.

"Wait a minute, there's something weird about Dirga. Why isn't he as usual? The way to carry the bike is also different. Is this the reason why Revan told me to fight Dirga. I understand now."

A few more meters Dirga motor will arrive at the finish line, Gibran motor from behind so fast that makes Dirga left in just less than a minute.

"Revandra is back as the winner for the second time. Two more rounds be prepared." ' the referee cried.

The jockey was so astonished to know that Dirga the king was losing to a Gibran. Maybe Gibran is lucky or his racing skills have improved.

"What! How you can lose Dirga. If we lose again then Atras will be destroyed."

Jockey feels he's unlucky tonight, already lost twice in a row to the Revandra gang. This time he must be able to win against Revan even though it is impossible for the Jockey to beat a very famous racing king.

"You as the chairman be prepared."

Revan's on his bike, so is the Jockey. Before the match between the two motorcycle gang leaders was started. Revan stared intently at the Jockey and vice versa.

"If you don't want to be destroyed then don't mess with Revadra." Revan's sweat then he covered the glass of his black full face helmet.

The flag had already started flying, three times after that fierce race between Revan and the Jockey finally happened. This moment was what Revan had been waiting for. He would humiliate the Atras chairman in front of the many biker gangs watching them.

"Lo benari nantang Revandra, kanya did not see the news of Atam's destruction." Sinis Revan on Jockey.

The two people were riding a cleavage motorbike to reforovocate each other, so that from them there were losers because of emotional ignition.

"Gue ingetin once again yes, do not mess with Revandra. Once someone interrupted the slaughter. Don't know yourself slaughtered."

Then Revan stepped on the gas pedal of his motor sport to increase speed leaving the Jockey who continued to try to catch up with Revan, unfortunately he could not catch up with racing king Revandra. The jockey opens up a balanced counterpoint when compared to Revan.

In just 10 minutes Revan was able to win the game. Seeing that the jockey swore angrily. Already exhausted the equality of the Jockey, he immediately told his men to disrupt the race event.

There's a commotion about Revan approaching the Jockey to collect the promise he made before the race started.

On the wild racing circuit it happened to hit the cross between gangs with each other. Revan himself doesn't care. Sometimes he also fought people who suddenly attacked him. He smiled grinning at the Jockey who was standing not far from his motorbike.

"Remember the promise lo Joki, if until tomorrow I do not get information about the decline of Atras, tomorrow I will come lo and will make Atras more embarrassed than tonight." Threaten Revan.

Bruk!

Duk!

Duk!

Brought by the sky that is increasingly flat right wild racing circuits are used as a place to hurt each other.