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08. Suspicious Motorcycle Gang Friends

The wild racing game was really very stressful, many of the highest of the wild racing champions namely Doni. The champion of several wild races when the title by the biker gang.

Azriel himself just enjoyed the race alone, not enthusiastic about wanting to win from the race. Strange indeed, when all his biker gang friends want to be the best. But for Azriel not, he just wants to take part in racing and enjoy a track that is not so good for real racing.

The purpose of participating in the wild race was based on disappointment and heartache because both parents were selfish.

In the second round, there was a fierce fight between Doni and several other drivers who want to win and defeat Doni the champion of wild racing.

"Waah, it's fun also yes watching mptor racing like this. kayaking abroad it feels, famous Italian players. Valentino Rossi." said Qilla watched the wild race.

He saw Azriel's motor is not too tight to chase, it feels grimy as well as Qill why Azriel did not try to chase after his opponents and look relaxed riding his bike without wanting to compete with others.

"Ish, suck him. Why is the motor slow so? Is he really he suck or is there a thought with both parents huh?" said Qilla still watching Azriel's motor speeding slowly.

The audience continued to cheer cheering the name of Doni who was at the front. They hope that the idol of the motorcycle gang will soon win a motorcycle racing match.

"Come Doni! You champion!"

Shouts for the sake of shouts on Doni the idol of the girls watching it continued to echo in the track area. Qilla just sneered, she herself did not know which one was named Doni. But he thought it must be a speeding bike in front of his opponents.

The wuusss! The wuuss! The wuuss! Hdjh! Hugehengg! Hdjh!

One by one passing the last track, Azriel also passed the last track. Unknowingly Qilla cheered to see Azriel's bike cross fast towards the finish line, competing with several other riders. He cried out loudly to encourage Azriel.

"Azriel! Fast speed, you must be fast!" qilla shouted with a stand and raised her hand.

Qilla's shout made some spectators feel astonished, who shouted at the rider. Stares were astonished at Qilla, there were even cynical gazes and whispers.

"Who the hell is that girl? Why is he yelling the name of the racer over there?" ask one of the audience members to the right of Qilla.

"Geo you know, she's a cute girl it looks like. Tuh see how his performance is like that, uh even idolize the racers there. Is it not wrong?"

"Yes, even though those who participated in the race were cool. But when someone takes a girl like her?" ask the other friend.

"Abviously, he's probably a secret fan of that guy racer. Heh, how dare he decetinnya." said another friend.

A sneer after a sneer came out from the audience to the right of Qilla. He knows a lot of doubts about his performance that he's a friend of Azriel, one of those riders.

"Squeals! You look good, underestimate me." said Qilla.

He sat back down, after hearing the insinuations and sneers from the other audience. He himself found it strange why he yelled at Azriel to speed on the track.

He picked up the gum he had in his bag, chewed it fast. Making balloons in his mouth, his eyes circled all over the stands. He saw one by one the audience, many also the audience of girls. But many men are watching.

Qilla's eyes stopped on the two people dressed in black. They whispered and were negotiating. Their gazes circulated, as they stared at Qilla. The girl looked forward again so as not to suspect that she was watching two motorcycle gang members.

"Emang here is safe for us to make transactions?" ask a motorcycle gang friend.

"Faith, no one knows. They're all focused on the race ahead, so where's the stuff?" ask the one who wears a black leather jacket.

"But you have to take good care, I don't want to be found out with the others. Dodit also doesn't know, my business now" said the other.

"To high schoolers, there's also they like to wear."

"School Boy?"

"Yes, why?"

"Do they have money?"

"Well, they can find money at all costs. Give an example of finding money quickly so that we can get goods from us" said friends brown jackets.

"Oh, that. Okay, how much do I get?" ask again.

"If you can sell a hundred grams, you can pay two millions in an instant" replied the man in a chocolate jacket.

"Well, interesting. I can make a lot of money that way."

"Yes, that's why. You must be able to get customers so that your money can also be a lot."

"Okay, I want to." said the man in the black jacket happily.

"Siip, now only half of it first. I love you a sign of trust, if it works later I add more" said his friend again.

The conversation continued, leaving Qilla astonished and curious as to what they were talking about. He occasionally glanced at the two people who were chatting seriously but suspiciously. It was as if detective Qilla's soul appeared when there was a chat or something strange to him.

"What are they talking about? What goods are they selling? What transaction?" muttered Qilla still sharpened her ears to hear whatever was said.

But apparently their conversation was over, even they looked around the stands. Make sure there is nothing suspicious about what they are doing at the time.

Qilla glanced again, just as the two biker gang members took out a plastic wrapped in paper inside. Qilla's forehead shriveled, a very familiar package in Qilla's memory.

His curious soul appeared, what were they holding. Even in the portrait by one of his friends, his ears were sharpened back to ensure his suspicion in the heart.

"This I save first, I will tell you that this has been sold to my target" said the man in brown clothes.

"Beres, I'm waiting to hear from you. Just call directly, we'll meet where." said the man in black leather jacket.

"Siip. I'm pulling it out."

"okay."

The two shook hands as a man, a man in brown clothes stood up and left his friend. Qilla turned towards the man in the black jacket, and accidentally had their eyes hit. Qilla hurriedly shifted her gaze, she was unaware that the race match was over.

"Yeah! number nine wins!"

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