My Dangerous Boy's

Part 62 - Hi, Guys

Zavier just nodded his head. "It's good that your stupid brain can catch what I mean."

Aron squeaked sharply for a moment, then again pierced the steak carelessly, making the food that had looked delicious in front of those eyes become destroyed.

"Zavier," called Aron again, making the man who was eating his steak stop for a moment. He raised his face and looked question markingly at the man opposite him.

"Can you handle the problems in your dark business?" ask Aron.

"Why?" ask Zavier and chew on those delicious pieces of meat.

"I can help you if you want."

"I still don't trust you."

Aron snorted back. "When I know something you don't. But, it's okay if you don't want to hear it."

"What do you mean?"

"It's okay."

Zavier stopped his knife which was splitting the steak and slightly frowned. "What do you know?"

"You already have my phone number, right?" aron asked without intending to reply to Zavier's words.

"Hmm. yeah."

Aron then cleaned his mouth with the available cloth, then moved from his seat. "If you change your mind, you can call me or text me at any time."

Zavier straightened his body. "Well, if I don't change my mind?"

"That's up to you, Mr. Mafia."

***

"Jason, shut down my illegal factory for a while. Liburkan all the workers and after that, look for biodata about the person named Aron. I want it all on my desk half an hour later."

Zavier just hung up the phone unilaterally, then sighed for a moment.

He held the steering wheel tightly, then drove his car to a place he hadn't visited for a long time.

But unfortunately, when Zavier had just run his car to a deserted road, suddenly five bikers with full speed appeared from behind.

I don't know where they're coming from, but Zavier can sense danger coming to him again.

Zavier was of course surprised, let alone all those riders each holding a gun and pointing it towards his car.

Not again.

"Shit," said Zavier and increased the speed of his car.

*dour.

Dor.

Dor.

Gunfire rang four times, and in the next second, Zavier could feel all four tires deflated simultaneously.

"Don't shot my car, you fucking asshole!" he felt his car slowly stop.

The five bikers stopped in front of their cars and each got off their own vehicle.

Seeing him only made Zavier sigh in annoyance.

It seems like they are all men, but wait.... Zavier squinted his eyes at the man standing in the middle. No, it does not seem like a man when viewed from his slim body shape. Maybe a girl?

Curious, Zavier immediately opened the car door, then moved out. After that, he turned his head for a moment to see how his ferrari was doing now.

Depressing.

Two tires in front of and behind his car have been leaked. Oh, don't forget the car that immediately looks shabby and frayed in just a few seconds.

"Awesome," murmured Zavier annoyed. How many more cars have to be destroyed because of these shrimp criminals?

He turned his face back to look at the people who had just smashed his car.

The man only raised one eyebrow as the pistols they were carrying were each pointed at him. He then smiled scornfully and walked towards their place.

"Don't play with fire gun, guys," said Zavier relaxed without stopping his steps. He continued walking towards the place of the slim man.

*Ah, I don't know. Is that a girl? Or maybe a man?

The sudden sound of gunfire ringing towards him made Zavier jump high into the air to dodge it.

Fumble.

Dor.

Zavier then turned his body to the left, then frowned wryly. He continued to step forward until he finally left a distance of one meter to head towards the woman.

Man or woman, anyway?

The black mask covered their entire faces, leaving them with no idea who they really were. Black pants, black clothes, black mask, black hat, black gloves, black jacket, all combined into one and make them a mysterious figure.

"Hey, sissy. You don't know how much my car is worth, huh?" zavier asked and stepped one step into the place where the human figure standing before him was. He poked his bead in the direction of the man, examining him deeply.

Until suddenly, there was one thing that he caught from his current position, namely the brown color of the sissy's netra looked almost the same as him.