My Dangerous Boy's

Part 95 - The Plan

"Zavier! You're crazy!" aron screeched, making Zavier increasingly kicked Aron's body brutally until the man fell from the sofa with his buttocks kissing the floor.

"Yes, I'm crazy! I want to kill you now!" zavier said with a slanted smile, before he got off the couch and beat Aron mercilessly.

They grab each other, kick each other, cuss each other, even bite each other and twist each other's legs.

"You**********fucking! What did I do to make you angry!" screeched Aron, before he could feel the kick on his leg. His breath was cut off from having consumed some of his energy and stared intently at Zavier.

"I'm angry now! And you're a suitable person for my impingement" said Zavier calmly and casually, making Aron slap his cheek once.

Zavier groaned long while holding his cheek in disbelief. He drew Aron with a sharp look, before he pulled back the hair and slapped Aron's cheek.

Oh, my god. The two cats that were fighting either because of this

whatt.

Aron then dodged when he saw Zavier about to kick him, before he took the opportunity to kick ********** belonging to Zavier. ******!!

Ouchs. Zavier spontaneously curled. He groaned in pain and immediately canceled his intention to kick Aron back. The man is increasingly curling his body to become like a baby who is curled up and is in the fetus.

Shit!! Don't you know how much this hurt me?

Zavier narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Aron, who was also met with a sharp glare by Aron himself.

"Feel that, damn it!" aron said, making Zavier just screech does not accept.

"It's not just me who feels this, but you, too," snapped Zavier, before he held back Aron's two hands that he just wanted to beat up, then one of his feet kicked right at ************ it's Aron's.

Ouch. The man was lying on the floor. He complained and screamed. Damnit damnit! Actually, what's up with Zavier now? What's wrong?

Zavier only smiled triumphantly, but it did not last long when he found Aron about to kick him again.

Ash, Aron is so stubborn. With the situation still aching, he still with his determination to finish off Zavier to the point of his elimination.

Come on, actually Zavier doesn't want to start all these wars.

"Don't fight me anymore" Zavier said with great emphasis on each word. But, it seemed that the order was not heard by Aron himself at all.

And continue their war. Kick each other, hook their legs, scream each other to make them look more like wild cats that fight around a pile of garbage.

"Fucking zavier!"

"********, rotten you to hell!"

Meanwhile, away from Aron's apartment, several black-clothed men standing on the other side of the building were puzzled to see Zavier and Aron's sudden action. They lowered their weapons, then cleared their throat in disbelief.

"What the fuck?" said one of the men who was at the very front of their group. It seemed like the man was the leader of his men.

Feeling something was wrong, the sturdy man moved to get his phone out of his pants pocket, then dialed a number and called someone. It didn't take long, his phone was instantly answered by the figure across the phone on the second ring.

"You're still watching their moves, right? Don't let them run away from that apartment until the exact time I'm about to tell you. Dan, why did you call me? Is there a problem?"

Oh, that's so embarrassing.

"So?"

The person called Master asked, making the man instantly blink for a moment. "They look like they're fighting great."

"Oh, huh?"

All of a sudden, an amused ruckus rang out across there, making the man inevitably smile amusedly as well.

"Let them. But, don't let them run away from that apartment."

"Good, Sir."

The man shook his head several times, a sign that he still could not believe it. He then hung up the phone and kept it back, before his eyes glanced around. Seemed like some kids

zavier's fruits were already tightly bound at the other end, interrupting them to run or attack him.

The man with a small stitch on his neck turned towards Aron's apartment, refocusing himself on his work. However, it would be surprising once he had found that no one else was there.

And, ****..he just realized something.

***

"You have a very bad plan, Zavier!" screeched Aron and cast his resentful gaze towards Zavier. He cursed violently when their hasty steps made his groin feel quite sore. This man's kick was quite frightening and terrifying.

"So, how else? I was just thinking about the plan" said Zavier and accelerated his footsteps. He then stopped in front of the elevator door, then pressed the button to go downstairs with a little impatience.

"Yes, but I'm also sick, ********you!"

Zavier rolled his eyeballs, then looked towards Aron with an annoyed look as well. "You think mine doesn't hurt either? I have to tell you if I'm not the one who started all these wars!" the argument does not accept.

Aron cast his hostile gaze towards Zavier. "Yes, but do you think I'll just shut up when you realize that you keep hitting me brutally? It's your fault for not telling me in advance about this unreasonable plan of yours!"

Zavier put both his hands in his pants pocket. "Yes, yeah, yeah. But, I was just afraid that your shallow brain would not be able to digest all my plans later. And, most importantly of all, we've managed to trick them all."

Hearing that, Aron clucked in annoyance. "I know! But why are the victims my precious thing? And, it's not me who has a shallow brain, but you."

"That's your problem" said Zavier and smiled at his slanted smile. "And, after all, your brain is very shallow. You don't have to dispute the facts."

A few seconds later, Aron immediately nodded. This idiot Zavier!

How could Zavier not be an idiot? Just imagine, it turns out that the incident was one of Zavier's escape plans.

Idiot, right?

Yeah, idiots.