BAB X

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"I've never seen you; what class are you in?"

"Class 1 B. I got lost and today is my first day to school."

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"Hans! It's done."

"Why? Are they threatening you?"

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"Hello guys, did Kris come today? So that you dare to do like this again?"

"Don't get involved, Hans!" said the delinquent, who has many piercings in his ears. Hans shook his head at his appearance.

Distracted, a fist flew off. Hans caught it and turned his hand behind his waist. One of them tries to run and intends to find a weak opponent, namely Sora. But Hans, who realized it, just kept quiet and let it be. Of course, the enemy wouldn't come out of the alley quickly. Sora gave her Dolly Chagi kick right in the face. The student immediately fell unconscious. His friend panicked then tried to run away. Hans released his grip then turned to help the student who was the victim of bullying. They all run away. Sora tidied up her wrinkled uniform.

"You're too much. Dolly Chagi? Haishh .."

Hans rubbed the top of the girl's head and only a grin answered by Sora.

* Dolly Chagi: the second primary kick in Taekwondo martial arts is kicking your opponent with your legs straight up and attacking the chest or head. *

"Is it always like this every day?" asked Sora in surprise.

"Not always, but there. How about Yona? She must be surprised to see you at school. "

Sora took a deep breath. She had predicted that this would happen, "She immediately didn't want to see my face in class."

Again, Hans stroked the girl's hair, which made Sora look up until Hans blushed to himself. Seeing Sora's face so close, his heart suddenly rumbled.

“Your face is red. Why?" said Sora innocently. Hans immediately looked away and walked ahead of the girl.

"Cold weather. Come on, hurry up! "

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Hans brought two creapies to the park bench hurriedly. Sora gasped to see Hans carrying a lot of food in his plastic bag. Besides the creepy that he holds in his right and left hands.

"Why so many?" she said and was only answered briefly by Hans.

"You won't be full enough to eat creapies. Eat all for you."

The edge of the park near the Hill river is very calming. The Momiji leaves that have finished blooming show their resilience against the ever-changing weather. Some young people enjoy their activities, including Sora and Hans, who also enjoyed their lunch.

To be precise, for Hans, this was their informal date.

"Hans, do you know their chairman?"

Sora started asking after finishing two bowls of instant noodles at once. No wonder this little and beautiful girl looks greedy when eating. But that didn't make Hans surprised; instead, the people who watched them were stunned by Sora's way of eating, which seemed to have not eaten for a week.

Hans was annoyed to see Sora's behavior like this. He couldn't even forget how to eat Sora every time he returned home. This girl in front of him made Hans fall in love with her every behavior.

Hans shrugged his shoulders while finishing his last noodle, "Well, I've clashed a few times with Kris, but I always refrain from fighting with him because of my reputation."

"So, his name is Kris? You seem disappointed by that."

Sora smiled, amusedly seeing Hans's expression, which did look displeased, "Hmmm, that's it," he muttered.

"Someday, I want to hit him even once."

Hans nodded enthusiastically. Such a passionate passion. Even though this desire comes from asking for not good things, Sora shook her head, slowly seeing her friend's ambition to hit someone.

"Are you sure? You probably won't play at the national level if you get caught beating people," said Sora, laughing amusedly.

Hans looked thoughtful, " Looks like I have to wait until I retire."

"You won't have enough strength to hit his head."

Their laughter broke out. Several people who passed them whispered because of that. Finally, they realized and quickly cleaned up the remains of their food.

"Whatever happens, don't meet Kris alone. He's pretty dangerous. I've heard that he's also a hitman in one of the mafia."

This time Hans's expression was no joke. He looked at Sora several times, who seemed flinched at the mention of the word 'mafia.' Sora nodded in understanding. Although in her heart, she was also curious about Kris's figure.

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A 1967 Chevrolet Camaro Z28 was suspiciously parked at the end of a narrow alley in a downtown street. The sound of plastic scraping on the rocky floor gave a tense rhythm in the alleyway that seemed like it would pounce on anyone into its darkness if anyone dared to pass or just turned around to find out.

An Asian-faced woman leans back on the high wall while lighting her silver lighter to enjoy her favorite nicotine. There was also a man in front of her who was busy throwing gloves into the Chevrolet and then moving a black plastic he had dragged into the trunk. Repeatedly the man complained about the weight of the sack until finally, he chose to approach the Asian woman to enjoy the nicotine together.

"School children are not allowed to smoke," she said, mocking the man in front of him who turned out to be Kris. Kris snorted and immediately ignored the teasing as he lit his cigarette again.

"I heard a new order from Black," he asked, to which Shelly nodded.

Shelly looked impatient to look forward to it, "Well ... it's a job to find an old friend who has disappeared," she sighed.

Somehow the sigh made by Shelly this time didn't make Kris tempted. It's not indisputable if no one isn't interested in Shelly's sexy body. The chest that always stands out, especially combined with tight clothes and metallic boots, will make men want to touch it even more. But Kris knew enough; underage men were unlikely to attract her. Maybe Pate tried this badass woman's body once. Because he knew Pate looked quite handsome for a black man, he also took an interest in this colleague.

"Old friend? Who?"

Shelly walked over to the trunk and threw a hard punch at the plastic bag, which was still struggling to get out.

"Jean. Who else? Black says she's still alive."

With her semi-automatic pistol, Shelly put the mouth of her gun against the duct-bound plastic tip. The gunshot ended someone's moaning inside the plastic. Kris came back to his senses after a while ago, hearing Jean's name mentioned after nearly two years of her absence.

"Are you sure Jean is still alive?"

Shelly just grinned and then closed the trunk with one big jerk. In his heart, he was also looking forward to meeting that girl.

"Are you happy? Well, Pate and I got this assignment," she said and stepped into the car to start the engine. Kris followed into the passenger seat with a surprised expression. This news almost left him unable to think. There was a look of anxiety mixed with joy when he heard the news about Jean.

"What will Black plan this time?" Kris muttered anxiously.

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