The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 81: The Race Trigger Cube

Just watch out for you guys. Tonight, I moved to another city. Don't let my coffers float just because of the happy faces of the children. Your face should always be clear, not cheerful like that." he murmured as he slammed his hand into the tree that became his hiding place.

The day changed by night. In the tranquility of the world. Some young mudi already standby in a special place that is usually used for wild races. This time, they are waiting for a new hero who can compete with the stubbornness of giving up a favorite motorcycle to become a betting material.

The sound of young people does not change the atmosphere to be cooler. Several motorsports from the north appeared. There was a boisterous sound of women who thought, surely two new motorcycles came that handsome young man.

Niko as the race agenda manager approached uninvited guests who were clearly foreign to street children in the area, the young man's step with the headband came to a halt right in front of the two black sport bikes that only had different motor plates.

"What's your purpose here?" niko asked as she smoked her favorite mild cigarette, making white smoke billow.

Fortunately, two people who wear fullface helmets remain free of the smoke. Instead of answering, one person on Niko's left side pointed forward. Where a young man was lying on his motorbike with his hands as a cushion.

Niko follows the direction of the uninvited guest. When the right finger pointed at Alex the street child. No matter what, Niko whistled three times. "Sitsuit.. Sitsuit.. Sitsuit... Bro, there's a new challenger!"

Alex opened his eyelids, but was still reluctant to move from his most comfortable position. The young man only glanced at a glance, then closed his eyes again. Looks like the street kid isn't interested in tonight's game. Seeing that, Niko shook her head.

"Well next time. Tonight, you're out of luck." said Niko, who knew what Alex was like.

Unfortunately, Niko's speech was considered a wind past. When the first man took something from behind his jacket pocket, then threw something at the young man, "Give it to him. Time only five minutes."

"This what?" Niko asked as she turned back a cube like a rubric that did not interest her. But he realized, he was currently getting a sharp glare from behind that fullface helmet, "Ok, wait a minute."

Niko was like a child who complied. The boy walked over to Alex. No matter the curiosity of other friends. The goal is only Alex who is always a winner in every race. Without saying anything. Niko moved the cube to the street kid's left hand.

Suddenly, Alex opened his eyes. His eyes were cynical, but unwilling to argue until his eyes were fixed on the cube in his left hand. The cube was a symbol of the grandfather's company. The brain is always reluctant to think heavy. Instantly jerk to regain consciousness.

A cold face without a smile turned the atmosphere tense. The children are seen keeping their distance from Alex, while the young man picks up his helmet, then turns on his motor. What is possessed. Niko alone was stunned by the unusual attitude of the street child.

Now the three motors stand parallel in the star line. There is no question or explanation of the terms of tonight's race bet. Whatever the three people thought, the other youngsters were just cheering happily because there would be a show tonight.

Niko was already standing in front of the three motors carrying a piece of white cloth, "Okay, all Ready?"

Do they have telepathy? Why all in unison just giving a ready thumbs up sign? Truly, mysterious and thrilling. Moreover, the voice of another child who encouraged Alex to win the race tonight like a normal night.

"One ....,"

"Two ....,"

"Three ....,"

Niko threw her white cloth into the sky and shouted, "Go!"

The roar of the motor rang out instantly, but it was strange. When the first driver and Alex were already going at the same speed. Precisely the last motor turns off the engine, then cross-seeking looking forward.

"Is he still sane? Alex always wins races. Why is it still there. Don't you love that fancy bike, huh? If I really love."

"Yeay, that's right, Loe. He's not, noh just look at the motorbike aja kinclong rich new out of the factory."

The question that became a conversation at will was neglected, until five minutes passed. The third rider turned the motor back on, then without waiting to step on the gas until the motor was faster than the speed Alex had done earlier.

The sound of heart beating. No mouth can gossip anymore. All were shocked by what they had just seen. Whoever that racer is. It certainly has extra lives. Per prediction. Where the first racer and Alex are still racing with each other overtaking.

The point is clearly reflected by the virtual sophistication inside the special glasses, making the third rider smile evil. Seeing the speed that is still standard. He added power in order to catch up with the two riders who had already reached the first intersection.

The race that night was like a gust of wind vying with each other touched the contest. Alex who is trying to balance even wants to outperform the first rider. After trying for some time. It could finally go one step further and leave its opponent behind.

The young man thought he had won, but two minutes later. A motor light came from behind. From the rearview mirror is clearly visible, the racer who is preparing to overtake it has a different technique. How to control the wind that blows like a childhood friend.

Justright. Although trying to maintain his position. Riders who easily break through the blocking area technique, in fact escaped in one move only. Reach it, the curse in the heart is not restrained.

The starting line used as the finish line also sounds boisterous welcoming the winner of the race. At first it was so festive the sound of screaming, but when that appeared the last motorbike of the three riders. All the children were unable to believe.

Black motorbike with the last driver who still had time to make a blockade of the rotating area several times before stopping at the finish line. Just when the bike stopped, Alex's bike followed by the first rider to reach the club.

Alex took off his helmet, then got off the bike. His eyes kept on the last driver. There was obviously curiosity, but suddenly Niko stopped her steps. "Bro, relax. Winning and losing are common."

"Surge!" After Alex looked at Niko seriously, unfortunately, the young man spread out his hands.

Niko is busy stopping Alex. The rider when he turned the bike back on, then drove off the race with the first rider. Seeing that, Alex ran over and without a care anymore. The bike drove to catch up with the challenger tonight.

The race is back, but baby. Currently the position is too far because the two black sports motorcycles work together to do a split road. Just as Alex stopped his bike in the middle of the road, the young man shouted with all his might.

Twenty minutes later. The sound of ringtones rang out from his jacket pocket. A reluctance to see who sent the news. Especially if there is a race. The mood must have been ruined. However, when the incoming message is open. His eyes immediately opened.

Hurry to retrieve the cube that is still stored. After checking, something stood out. Alex pressed one side of the cube, making the cube open like an integral layer. Inside the cube is a memory card.

"What does the message and memory card mean, this?" ask yourself a question of confusion. It may be clever in the lesson, but that does not mean the instructions are obtained half-and-half. "Message to enter again. Let me read it."

[Your time is only 24 hours. Give back to me this card memory with your job's. Good Luck's. Alex Han Yuan's.]

(You only have 24 hours. Give me back this memory card with your work. Good luck. Alex Hanyuan's]

"Well! What is this, something to do with the case on campus? If so, the girl is responsible. Apparently to mess with me, yeah."