Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
Ms2-Bab.9 Wild racing

"Because they already know how to play Vareen, so for tonight let me be the match" Arsya said as they were arranging plans at the headquarters.

Arsya, Cakra, Dikta, and Vareen, are now sitting in a circle with a fur carpet pad, in the central room of the gang's Atropos headquarters.

"Lo's sure?" ask Cakra. He was quite surprised by Arsya's words, as well as others, as well as diverting attention to Arsya.

They all seemed hesitant, given Arsya who is new to riding motorcycles. While this is a wild race, which is certainly much different from riding a motorcycle on the streets in general.

"You don't believe me?" Instead of answering, Arsya asked back while raising one of her eyebrows.

Cakra, Vareen, and Dikta, also look clumsy when asked questions and sharp gazes from Arsya. Without them even answering, it seemed that the lesader already knew what was now on his third mind.

While the new Fahri came up with a big bag of plastic drinks and snacks in his hand, just stared indifferently. His hands deftly took out drinks and food, then divided them into all Atropos cores. He joined the meeting afterwards. Fahri did choose to stop by first in a mini market when they were on the way to headquarters. He along with the rest of the gang, while the other Atropos core chose to go first, considering having to devise a plan for later tonight.

"OKAY. Means that come down to the track later malem is our own leader. Well, now, Vareen, try to tell all about Venus as we are," said Dikta, taking over the conversation. The others seemed to agree.

"Venus the-" Vareen began to tell all the news about the Venus gang among the racers.

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At one in the morning, Atropos Geng arrived at the road where the wild race would take place. Several other members also came to watch the first match this time.

The spectators there seemed to notice their arrival. Foreign faces in the world of wild racing, of course, will attract more attention. What's more, every face of the Atropos gang core has an above average level. However, when he saw Vareen's face, some of the people familiar with her face immediately understood the intent of their arrival.

"Welcome, Bro!" Someone immediately approached Vareen with a sumringah face. They do tos and then mince words for a while.

"My team wants to race" Vareen told the dragon-tattooed man in his right hand, who turned out to be one of the organizers there.

"Ready! Let me help you list. Tonight, I guarantee more exciting, and the stakes are bigger. You see, there is a Venus gang who want to race," said the dragon-tattooed guy.

"Make sure I'm going to be with Venus." Arsya speaks in a relaxed style but there is a bit of pressure in her tone.

The dragon-tattooed guy looked a little surprised when he heard Arsya's words. There are usually no new children who immediately want to challenge Venus. Instead, usually new drivers will avoid competing with Venus, given the bad name that has been held for a long time and attached to the biker gang.

"Lo's sure?" ask the dragon tattooed guy. It seems he is not sure of Arsya's ability.

"Gue will not go forward if not sure" replied Arsya firmly.

"Wih, relax dong, Bro. Okay I'll set you to play Venus." The dragon-tattooed guy appeared to pat Arsya several times on the shoulder while laughing blandly. Just melting the atmosphere that could feel awkward.

Some time they were there. Arsya and Vareen are back after registration. Suddenly the motorbike began to docked, inviting cheers of the watching who had begun to solid.

"Venus gang!"

"Venus gang!"

"Venus gang!"

"Dero ... Deros ... Dero...."

Various hysterical cries sound so boisterous. Breaking the silence of the late night. The crescent moon seemed to peek behind the slightly covering gray clouds as if it was enveloping from the cold of the air tonight. It was as if watching the cheers of the crowd that night.

"They're coming!" Vareen exclaimed as she continued to look towards the Venus gang that stopped not far from them and began to spread charm. There seems to be no fear from them.

"GST...." Arsya gestured when he saw Dero start to step towards them.

"Have the courage to come here, too" despised Dero as soon as he stood right in front of Arsya, in his haughty and arrogant style.

"Curtain! You think we're all losers like you guys who can only win by cheating?!" Cakra was about to step forward while answering the insults from Diro. However, Arsya first held his arm, until the man remained standing next to the leader.

"Diem, you! Not much bacot here! The abal-abal motorcycle gang has dared to fight us. It's a dead name." The belittling laughter at Atropos from the members of the venus gang was heard, accompanying Dero's arrogant-pitched speech.

Arsya clenched her hands, trying to regulate the emotions that felt began to heat up to provoke her young blood to go faster. However, as much as possible Arsya looks calm so that the core of Atropos also not provoked emotions.

Meanwhile, beside him, Cakra was no less upset than Arsya, his face had even flushed red as if it would soon be out the horn of his head. Indeed, compared to Arsya, now Cakra is the one who works harder to regulate his emotions.

"Damn it!" Cakra growled furiously. He could no longer bear to not curse rudely.

Fahri who heard Cakra's curse immediately acted alert. The speech was like a yellow light for Fahri, he was sure that if it did not end soon, then the larfa-like emotions in Cakra's head would immediately explode, burning everyone there.

"For the riders, please prepare at the starting line!"

A call from the wild racing committee that night was heard. Fahri breathed a sigh of relief. The sound seemed to save him from disaster. "Alhamdulillah."

"Why then?" tanya Dikta who had been standing on Fahri's side.

"Sir papa. Just relieved, because we all survived the disaster," replied Fahri briefly, then prepare to move to help Vareen who is preparing Arsya motorbike.

"Disaster?" Dikta seemed to frown, although finally following Fahri's steps.

Meanwhile, Arsya looked forward one step closer to Dero, he leaned slightly, narrowing the distance between the two. Then, whispered softly right in front of the ears of his opponent candidate.

"The "real winner never roars over his victory. He only speaks using achievement." Arsya patted Dero twice on the shoulder. He looked at the iris of his opponent's eyes while grinning thinly. Then, leisurely waltzing towards the starting line area, seeing that Vareen and the others were waiting for him with his bike.

Dero's face immediately flushed with tightly clenched hands. Blood vessels in the neck also stand out, as if working hard to dampen his emotions that suddenly rose at high speed.

His simple but sharp words to stab right into his heart, managed to make Dero raise his hatred in the new student who managed to take all the attention of students at Bakti Yudha High School and make him envious.

"Suckers! Look at it later. I swear to you and all the gangs that you're ashamed to have no face to come to school!" furious Diro while stepping towards his motorbike which was parked at the starting line.

Suddenly, the boisterous audience was getting louder, loud with the familiar sound of the motorbike of the racers who were preparing. They gasped, as if showing strength and pressing opponents mentally, before the wild race officially took place.

A man who had been standing in front of him seemed to give instructions on the path to be passed to the riders, before they would finally return to the starting point that had changed to the finish point. Only one purtaran with a predetermined distance, they will immediately find the winner.

"Well, let's just start racing tonight!" The man with the burly body and tattoos filling his entire arm walked away, replaced by a sexy-looking woman with a piece of rectangular cloth in her hand.

"Prepare!" He shouted, raising the white cloth upwards, until his hands pointed straight at the sky.

The racers began to close the helmet glass and bend the body, the sound of the engine roar was increasingly becoming. The boisterous cries of spirit from the supporters were increasingly deafening ears.

"Go's!" The woman shouted as she threw the cloth into the sky.

The eyes of the riders were wide. His hands were engrossed in gas and clutch play, preparing to dash as fast as possible. Until, when the cloth hits the ground. All the motorcycles that had been lined up neatly immediately shot away with high speed.