ヅAfter 5 yrs CHAPTER 6ヅ

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Third Pov:

In the depths of the night, a cacophony of loud and jarring noises fills the air, echoing in the ears of those nearby. A crowd stands in anticipation, their eyes wide with excitement as they call out the names of various figures. One faction passionately shouts "BLACK SHADOW," while another enthusiastically chants "THUNDER," and yet another group raises their voices in unison, proclaiming "ANGRY MAN'S." The atmosphere is electric, charged with energy and fervor as the night unfolds.

A lively scene unfolds as numerous cyclists navigate the area, skillfully performing tricks and stunts. This energetic group is made up of five talented members who continuously circle the bike racing track, showcasing a variety of impressive maneuvers and actions on their bikes. Their enthusiasm and coordination create an exciting atmosphere, drawing the attention of onlookers as they demonstrate their skills in a dynamic display of cycling prowess.

The atmosphere at the bike racing track is electric, with everyone feeling the thrill of the final round today. Fans are going wild for their favorite teams, cheering loudly and waving banners in a show of support. It's all about rallying behind the racers, giving them that extra boost of motivation to push through and clinch victory in this nail-biting competition.


In the end, The Angry Man's clinched victory again in the bike race, extending their impressive winning streak to an incredible eight years running.

In the last eight years, they've really made a name for themselves with their bold and aggressive, daring riding techniques. Once the race was over and the victory celebrations were in full swing, everyone was eager to throw a big party. However, two individuals decided to pass on the festivities, citing an important meeting scheduled for the next day, so they figured it was best to head out early.

Once they finished their conversation, the two riders hopped on their bikes, gearing up to head out from the racing track. However, just as they were about to rev their engines, a young girl suddenly stepped in front of them, stopping them in their tracks.

The young girl looked at them with a playful glint in her eye and said, "I really like you both," but then she turned her focus to the second person, adding, "Actually, I like you even more! Your vibe totally matches my style. How about you join me for a little adventure?" 

The person remained silent, gazing at her intently. Meanwhile, the other person chuckled softly and teased her, asking with a playful smirk, "Are you comparing him to me? and in which eye did you find him more attractive than me?''

The young girl looked at him playfully and said, "It doesn't really matter, but he matters not you, so why not take a good look in the mirror?" She continued to twirl her hair from side to side.

His mouth hung open in disbelief, and he stayed silent because he knew talking to her was pointless.

The guy shot a glare at the person next to him, exhaling sharply, and muttered, "Can you deal with her? If she doesn't zip it, I swear I'll make sure her mouth stays shut forever."

The guy grinned at his best buddy and then glanced over at the young girl, saying in a soft tone, "He's not into you, so it might be wise to head out before you end up regretting it." Despite his warning, she didn't budge and instead made her way closer to his friend, one hand resting on his bike while the other began to explore his thighs. 

The moment he noticed her hand resting on his thigh, he instinctively seized her wrist, leading her to believe that he enjoyed her touch. However, in a shocking twist, it became clear that his intentions were far from romantic. With a swift motion, he drew a gun from his waistband, a weapon he had kept for unforeseen circumstances, and without hesitation, he fired at her hand that lingered on him. With a grin that mixed charm and menace, he leaned closer and taunted the young girl, asking in a daring tone, "So, do you want it now?"

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