The pointy-faced man with the sharp nose always looked disheveled. The man ignored the call on his cell phone. I don't know how many times.
He began to get nervous, remembering that his messages and calls to the man who was supposed to provide solutions were completely ignored.
Vian called Hendra in desperation. As desperate as if he had received a call from Chairman Wiryo.
Finally, he grabbed his jacket and hurriedly put it on as he ran down the stairs. He ran to the door and landed on his two-wheeled iron horse.
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The sun in the sky dissipated the clouds that tried to cover it. It didn't even dampen the agility of the rider as he sped through the crowded streets in the middle of the day. He drove his car faster than anyone else.
"Let's call it rebellion," he muttered to himself, "for God's sake," his lips whispered amidst the rustling wind hitting his body as the iron horse moved fast.
