The Line of Destiny Iriana
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The sound of racing motorcycles sounding simple to break the silence of the night when heralded by the jongki who are currently lined up on the race track, about four people were ready to turn their gas levers immediately.

Not to forget the full face helmet has been perched on the head of the four people. The screams of some of their friends in the stands rang out.

Dorian

The sound of shots being deliberately fired upwards became a sign that the race had started, the four jongki immediately turned their gas levers until the iron horse they were riding on started to go at high speed.

The race was fierce, the motorsports continued to go at high speed ahead of each other to get to the finish line first and declared as champions.

Until a few minutes have passed soon they will know who will be the winner in this race, seen the red bike lead the game, he said, just a few meters away the red motor reached the Finish line, but unexpectedly in the last seconds it was seen a pitch-black motor speeding at high speed overtaking the red motor until finally the black motor was able to cross the Finish line first.

" Woahhhhh." exclaimed the audience who was a supporter of the black motor.

While the other audience felt a little disappointed because the universe lost.

The black motor is seen approaching towards his team who are also waiting for his arrival.

" You are indeed Black's best." exclaimed one Genk member named Barack, his hand immediately grabbed the shoulder of his friend who had just descended from the big shiny black motorcycle.

The biker called Black by Barack just nodded with the helmet still covering his head, they immediately did a high five with clenched hands.

" Where's Victor?" ask the Black.

Barack watched around looking for Victor's whereabouts before finally looking back at Black, more precisely staring at the glass helmet because until now Black has not also removed his helmet.

" Maybe there's still some business." Black just nodded, he had understood the busyness of Victor who was his best friend since childhood.

" How much tonight?" it has become a hallmark of a Black who will only accept the challenge of racing if the stakes are big enough and profitable for him, besides that he only wants to race on the race track which is actually not on the streets.

Like tonight the bet they won turned out to be a dozen million.

" It's supposed to be about 15 million Blacks, we're just waiting for them to hand us the money." Barack replied while smoking tobacco that had been perched in his mouth since when.

" Rather than die silly from cigarettes, you better take the money from the opposing team." Black violently snatched the cigarette in Barack's hands.

" Well, what Black said, you just take the Rack's money." cried another friend.

" I'd rather die slowly from smoking than die tonight because of the opposing team's silence, you'd go crazy telling me to get into the enemy's cage." Barack stared at the cigarette in Black's hand, but he dared not reclaim the cigarette.

Black grinned behind the black helmeted glass, he drew closer to Barack and patted the man's shoulder hard enough.

" There's no history of lions being afraid of crocodiles, if you don't dare let me go there myself." Black's cynicism made Barack glower instantly.

" OK, let me go there." said Barack quickly.

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" Victor." said Black walking up to Victor who had just put a bag in front of him.

" That's the money." said Victor.

Black nods he immediately codes Barack to check the bag, Barack nods and immediately opens the bag which turns out to contain some money mops.

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Just now Barack finished checking, suddenly came the opposing team who were ready to make a riot because they did not accept the defeat they got.

" You can leave with that money on one condition." Victor grinned at the words of the Genk chairman from the opposing team in front of him.

" What?" Victor asked still with his cynical smile.

The opposing team leader named Bram turned to his men for a while before finally speaking again.

" He's got to take off his helmet right now." point Bram at Black.

Bram and his Genk are curious as to what the face of Black who has been famous can not be defeated during motorcycle racing, but, they had only known that person was often called Black without knowing the real identity let alone the real face of a Black.

" Dreams!" Ketus Victor, without further ado he immediately advanced to attack Bram and his men.

Until a fistfight occurred between Genk Bram and Genk from Victor, they hit each other even Bram's men who carried sharp weapons.

But they still can not beat Genk Victor who is famous as a Genk that is very difficult to beat, Victor and his men already have the ability of martial arts that is no doubt, they are also good at playing weapons.

While Black had just silently watched the two Genks attack each other, his body he leaned on his big motor did not forget both hands folded in front of the chest, actually, he is also no less great than Victor, but there are things that make him unable to fight at this time.

" Rack get Black out of here!" victor orders interrupted his fight, Barack nods he immediately beat his opponent with a single hit until it falls only after that he approached Black to take him away from there.

" We're leaving now." Black nodded then climbed on his bike followed by Barack who sat in the back seat with a bag containing betting money.

Black runs his bike to where they used to hang out with his Genk. Well just consider it their headquarters.

Upon arrival in front of the three-story luxury building, Black and Barack immediately descended and stepped into the whitewashed building.

Barack immediately heads to the basement to save their money tonight, while Black immediately takes off his full-face helmet and hands it to the waitresses they have hired there.

Without saying a word Black immediately walked towards the elevator door beside the stairs to go to the top floor where his room was.

Slowly but surely his feet began to step into the blue and white painted room, he threw his body on the bed his eyes closed for a moment and then opened again, Black immediately got up and walked towards the bathroom to clean himself up.

About thirty-five minutes later he was tidy with a plain black t-shirt combined with a brown leather jacket and Levis pants, his hand immediately grabbed the cellphone and car keys lying on the nightstand in his room and immediately went out of the room towards the bottom floor.

~IP