The Bodyguard Girl Owns the Boss Mafia

The King Turns out to be Him

Yve laid his tired body on the bed. He took a deep breath while covering half his face with his hands. It felt like the whole body was pierced by thousands of needles, it hurt so much.

That bunch of thugs is so annoying. Although Yve could hit them, but he could not avoid the attacks of the thugs friends who were beyond his visibility. I don't know how many times he had received blows from a wooden stick, and accidentally scratched a few knives.

It felt quite funny knowing it was all for Bai Lian's sake, men were infuriating and full of deceit. Damn Yve had to do that again in the future.

Drrt!

Lazily Yve glanced at the rectangular object on the table, it was her phone. He hadn't touched that thing in a long time. I don't know how many messages came in. Yve doesn't care. His tired body is now more important than any message that goes in there.

After eating, I'll sleep.

Yve rubbed his eyes which for some reason was suddenly sleepy. Maybe sleep is the most powerful way to rest the body.

Drrt!

Yve's phone is back on vibrate. The owner stared intently as if meeting an enemy. The enemy sleeps.

Not wanting to be a burden on the mind while sleeping, Yve ended up picking up her phone. The incoming messages all came from Soni. And his new message was written.

[Yve, the king is challenging you to a match.]

Yve was shocked. Because, fighting the king is the dream of Yve since setting foot into the world of wild racing. He was so eager to defeat her. King of the streets, Nord.

Geck! poke!

Tina walked in after knocking on the door gently. The figure is not too high, adding a natural sweet impression.

"Eat a lot. Then, continue to rest." said Tina while putting a tray of fried rice and a glass of drinking water.

Tina was so attentive. Although Yve often made her angry, but if she saw her sister coming home sick, Tina would definitely take care of her wholeheartedly.

"Thank you brother." Yve put down her phone and smiled at Tina.

"Together." Tina nodded. "I'll go back down. It's almost afternoon, customers are starting a lot."

After saying that her brother left the room.

Yve tried to taste the fried rice that he had expected to taste. It was saltier than before.

Drrt!

A message back in. Yve opened it immediately.

[The king asked tonight on the highway where we usually race. Whatchu think?]

Yve smiled. It turned out that the king was so impatient against him, the prince was mute.

[Prepare your bike, I'll come.]

Yve put his phone back after he finished sending a reply to Soni.

The race is always held at night. Yve had enough time to sleep.

King, this prince will defeat you. Yve smiled cynically.

shhh! It still hurts. Her injured lips could not be invited to smile cynically.

❀

At 10:30 pm.

Yve finished changing clothes and looked at himself in front of the mirror. His battered face was still clearly visible.

I became more handsome, Yve smiled with satisfaction.

Yve went downstairs, then exited through the back door. Apparently there is already Soni perched on his bike.

"God what happened to your pretty face?" screech Soni while pointing at the bruise on Yve's face.

"Pat scratched." Yve immediately got on the bike, and Soni moved to the back.

They finally left without any other talk.

Arriving at the place of agreement, Yve was surprised by the large number of people watching. At least this was twice the number of Yve's usual audience. The charm of the king of the Nord, is indeed very great.

"Prince! prince's coming!" exclaim the people who saw the arrival of Yve.

"Prince! prince!!!"

The cries of the people echoed more and more calling for his title. Of course Yve would not be that arrogant, he took off his helmet, and increasingly loud screams rang out.

"God the prince has a bruise on his face."

"Somehow it looks cool."

"Truly badboy."

A bodboy? good also.

Yve smiled then took the cigarette in his pants pocket. He lit a cigarette while staying on the motor.

"The king has not yet come." Soni got off the bike while looking around.

I heard that a while ago, the king did not accept any challenge from anyone. He had a vacuum from the racing world. But why would he suddenly challenge this prince?

Yve exhaled cigarette smoke from his mouth. Waiting is very boring.

"Prince, you look tired. Let me massage your hands." a woman in a tissue-thin dress grabbed Yve's hand. She smiled like a goddess, but it looked disgusting in Yve's eyes.

"What are you doing? away from-" Soni stopped her words as she looked at Yve's hand that was raised upwards. That means he has to let the woman touch Yve.

"Kyaaa the prince let me massage her." exclaimed the woman in excitement.

"Prince, I also want to massage you." Another woman came and held the other Yve's hand.

Let me be, I'm exhausted now. Yve smiled. It turns out that it is also good to be famous, especially among women like this. They may already be used to massaging men who hire themselves, so the massage is very good. Wish Yve could have enjoyed this for longer.

Brums!

The motorists arrive. Oh shit! he really is the king. Even come in groups. Is he a gank boss or something?

Yve stared at a motorbike in the middle of the group. Helmet with a crown of gold dominant color. The bike is also not kidding, it is the latest sport motorbike, with some crown-shaped modifications. That's the king.

Very showy. But it was useless if he lost.

The group finally stopped near Yve. The man who is thought to be the king got off his bike. The crown-shaped crossbreed glint attached to his leather jacket looked extremely dazzling.

The uniqueness of the king of the Nord was, he never opened his helmet. No one knows his true face. All of his expressions could only be seen from his two eyes.

Yve looked at the two eyes of the street king who was in front of him. But. suddenly Yve felt something very familiar. This situation was not foreign to him. What the fuck?

Those sharp brown eyes...

"Prince, nice to meet you."

That sound is...

"If I win. You have to obey everything I say, how?" from the look in his eyes, it was clear that Nord was smiling behind his helmet.

Yve deliberately exhaled his cigarette smoke into the king's helmet. Then he held up his middle finger while smiling.

"Waaaa cool prince!"

"How dare he provoke the king."

"God, I can't wait to see them fight."

People were instantly excited to see Yve's behavior. The prince is challenging the king!

Jesus Yve, why are you so brave? he is the king, how about we get dragged by his subordinates to death because of this behavior of yours?

Soni can only hold her head while hoping she can still see the world tomorrow.

The game is almost starting. People move themselves to the side of the road.

"May you win." the king looked confident while looking down on Yve.

Let's see who wins, Levin.