warnings: strong language, theft, friends beating up each other over a girl, and car crashing.
You pushed back the rearview mirror of your victim’s car before throwing the loaded bag at the backseat. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you started the engine thus pulled on the handbrake. It was midnight so you didn’t want the car to roar in the road as you pushed on the pedal, rather you dragged the car towards the farthest streetlight.
When you were finally a few meters away from your village, you started the engine and kicked on the pedal. You increased the speed of the automobile roughly stirring the wheel to your right until another car caught up beside you. You had to take a strong turn before you ended up in the venue with the car beside you. You could faintly recognize the model through your car’s tinted glass, but believed it was owned by a boy.
You got out of the car with the bag in your hand dropping it in front of the organizer, “Fifteen percent of it is yours, help yourself.”
The sound of diamonds hitting the floor caught your attention, your eyes turning to the boy standing next to you. He turned to you for a moment, then you finally recognized him as Lai Guanlin, the half-son of a mafia. He fixed his gaze back on the organizer, a small frown appearing on his face.
“Why do you keep coming back.” He said as he brushed his hair away from his face. You licked your lips slightly before replying, “I don’t remember there being a rule where you forcefully kick one of your opponents out of the race.”
He was about to speak up once again, but was interrupted by another man–Kang Dongho. Both were part of the gang around these quarters, they called themselves the 101, which you find very much stupid. Dongho showed his offer with a smirk, he asked, “How much did you put?”
“Just enough to steal those from both of you,” you gestured.