EP0 starts with...bad
KinnPorsche Story : Terrible Love, Terrible Love
EP0 starts with...bad
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The sound of flesh hitting something caught my attention as I stood with a cigarette in my mouth. Stuffing a large garbage bag into a green bin next to the camp where I work part-time. His gaze glanced at a group of men roughly Five to six people who were pounding their feet and unstoppable punches against some of the assholes lying in the piles of feet below. I tightened the backpack again before leaving the cigarette in the mouth, releasing the smoke comfortably. Things that are familiar to the eye... The alley next to this bar is quite dark, only the shopkeepers walking in and out, throwing trash and delivering.
"Shit!!! A lot of power." A voice still rang through the darkness. I don't care Concentrate on locking the back door of the store. It's out of work now. I was a waitress receiving a special job after school. At times like this, people start to thin out. Some people wait to call a taxi. Some people are dealing with girls to find a partner. and some people are having an affair like the guy behind me here... well It's not that I'm heartless, but I don't want to get involved in villagers' affairs. That bastard must have inadvertently cursed one of the fathers there and got stomped and stomped on like that...yes! You can scold me for being unconscious. because he saw that the crowd was stomped on like that, he still pretended to keep watching the birds and watching the trees But who knows, that bastard might actually be wrong. So there were people who stomped and died. And it's probably not a simple request. Like stealing candy from a convenience store...
"Let go of me!!!" This is so tough.. I turned around to look a little and saw the guy who had just collapsed to the ground getting up and hitting the face of a group of gangsters. I put the cigarette on the floor Twisted a couple of times intending to walk to a nearby parking lot Prepare to go home and relax ... and my legs will probably reach the destination as intended. If not one of the bastards swooped in on my clothes.
"Help me." A hoarse voice said softly. with the hand holding the coat with the university emblem on the back I turned to look at the force and saw a face that was bleeding from the mouth and nose. can't help but be surprised At the face of the face, how wrinkled it looks, but it shine to look good until I thought that I was looking at the face of this size.
"Come over here!" A ruthless bastard walked over and grabbed the collar. I looked at the person who asked for help. I thought of it.
"Slowly talk to me," I said softly. Looking at the mustache face who looks so old that he can hardly call me Are you guys bullying children? Well, the person I held his arm and knew that the same model was about me. from dressing and clothing brands This is clearly a rich kid. They ripped off their treasures. I pulled my arm to hide behind me. Considering the Ruthless Elder's group That it won't be too busy...
"If you don't want to get lost, don't be annoyed!" I hesitated for a bit. before asking
"What did it do to me?" If it's really wrong, then let it go according to its fate. But if not ... I'll ask to be a good person once.
"I told you not to be naughty!" he snapped loudly before trying to pounce on the silly bastard behind me. I paused for a moment before thinking it was none of my business. Plus, I have a younger brother waiting at home, if I'm in trouble until I can't work, where will I get my money to eat? The subconscious mind began to form. It collapsed again as Burden's face flashed into his head. And it may be true that I'm more selfish than goofing around with villagers to get hurt. plus nothing Thinking about it, therefore, deliberately deviating to avoid the group of gangsters to get this handsome bastard. But it held my arm first.
"If you help me...I'll pay in full," a voice whispered in my ear. Do you think people like me can buy money!! Noi! They might come out and bring money to lure me.
"How much is it..." You were right, eh!!! Money can buy me, I can tell you! This might help a little bit!
"Fifty thousand, is that enough?" I used one hand to brush off those hordes of dogs that were about to reach this handsome guy. I smiled with satisfaction because that was enough for my brother's tuition fees.
"Um, if you're dead, I'll kill you," I said before seeing the gangster's fast hands picking up a stick and intending to hit the head. So I managed to swing the handsome out of the way and jumped and kicked my hand. until it fell to the floor I wouldn't let anyone get to that bastard. Leveraging the martial arts that he has studied, he used to be a national champion when he was in high school, then punched and kicked many people. They changed the goal directly to me every time that punch was straight to my face, and I was able to extract it every time before pecking his head to the wall. until the fishy smell of blood filled I smile slightly who can't let anyone reach me at all I punched a few more punch, put on the person who didn't give up the effort before hurrying to pick up his own backpack that had fallen to the floor since when he didn't know, along with the body that collapsed. Half walking, half running to his own car. because it looks like those gangsters don't give up easily
"Where are you going?" he asked me with a wrinkled face. Hands kept clutching at the abdomen.
"I don't know, come up first." I started my own good motorcycle, held its wrist that was looking at it with hesitating eyes to pile up behind it. I'm not going to let you go anywhere easily because you haven't paid me yet ... I hurriedly took a step back from my good motorcycle and drove off quickly. saw a group of mighty men running after him, but he was too slow. When I turned out to the main road I continued to accelerate without any complacency. By now, they must have rushed to the car to take care of us.
"Thank you," a hoarse voice said softly before I could feel the weight pressed down on my shoulder, its head sloping down desperately on one shoulder.
"No thanks..." I said flatly. look in the mirror beside I saw that I had left quite a distance from that alley as it was a motorcycle, the speed and strength was greater. I was so relieved that I let out a huge sigh.
"It probably won't follow." The tall figure in the back seat also sighed. "Thank you again," he said in a weary voice, his head resting on my shoulder like a balancing man, he didn't pretend to be too late, until I had to grab the hand that was placed on one of his thighs and wrap around my waist, afraid that it would. I missed the car before I could pay.
"Hold on, you'll die soon," said a flat voice against the force of the wind. Even though he looked innocent, the figure of the person behind him obediently followed. A thick hand gripped the shirt's hem tightly covering his hair.
"Thank you" is it just one word? I'm not fascinated by anything, trying to keep driving along the way. Even if it slows down from the beginning, that doesn't make the moving car look any slower.
"Fifty thousand…" I said in a harsh tone. glanced at the side mirror to see the head of the person behind him It nodded in agreement before adjusting its sitting position in agony.
"Let's go to my house. I'll give you the money." I weighed his words a little. I don't know how reliable that is because if this thing is a drug dealer or a mafia thing, then I'm going to let it die in the alley or coerce it to take the money and then like this will deceive me to kill me ... because of the words I don't know how to take the money to look unreliable. "Don't look that way. I won't trick you into killing me." As if I was thinking a little too loud, the guy next to me narrowed my eyes and looked at me through the mirror a little while giving me a faint smile.
"Who knows?" I answered truthfully.
"Is my condition like a scammer?" he said again, though his voice was cut off from the wound on his mouth.
"Er…otherwise you're going to have an affair with them?"
"Heh heh…" He let out a slight laugh. And I already thought that I would never go to his house. Why do you have to force them to come and stomp on me? So I talked to it to park at the pump in the front and let it take the taxi back, but don't forget to stop by Seven with ATMs for me to press the money for me.
"I lost my phone. I don't have a wallet." That's what I said after I nodded my head to an ATM in front of Seven.
"You're tricking me to help you, right?! Then I'm going to stomp you to death right here." Pretend to get out of the car and grab it and crush it in the foot. blame for deception
"Sigh... Take this. Let's just assume that my life is worth more than fifty thousand." which I accepted while narrowing my eyes at it
"How do I know it's not fake?"
"Then give it back." And think that the substance looks good like this, probably wouldn't wear a fake one. I can take it Even though the dial is dirty, but if it's genuine, I can earn hundreds of thousands.
"Okay, you can go down, but when it's fake, I'll hunt you down and stomp you down." I pointed at him and blamed him.
"Wait a minute, lend me your phone." He held out his hand in front of him. "Call me father." When he saw me, he was still thinking. So it said it out, eh! Now I'm totally stunned. Wouldn't it be bad if you took my phone and ran away from me? But looking at the condition, let's just say let's breathe comfortably first.
"A lot," I said before handing him the phone. Now, I'll save some more money. It dials the number and enters the voice on the end of the line. It really calls his father. Yes, I saw that he talked a few sentences that he would send someone to pick him up and tell him the location. I glanced at it like a sight. I wanted to take him to the hospital more than kicking the head down in the middle of this way. Look, it's hard to breathe. And the blood on his head showed no signs of stopping. But.... if you tell him that I take you to the hospital but ask for an additional thirty thousand, will he give it to you? ....
"Thank you again. Even if you have a face of money," he said before taking a stance to put his feet on the ground and step out of the car. I acted indifferent to the words he had just said. What do people have to do?
"How do you know?" I asked quietly. How do you know that they are in the same university?
"Your shirt" said it back, so I remembered that I was now wearing my university shirt over it, and it was covered with blood stains.
"Yes"
"What's your name?" He still didn't step down from my car. Until I began to frown, showing dissatisfaction. Each word that came out sounded so painful that I wanted to tell him to keep his energy and breathe like he just talked to me.
"Why would you bring them to stomp me?" I raised my eyebrows in doubt. let out a smooth voice
"No, you help me...What's your name?" He kept repeating.
"Why would you put my name on the wall of your house and glorify me?" I said as I thought. And then let's go. Why do you want to get to know me?
"Then I won't get out of the car." He leaned his head on my shoulder until he had to dodge in time.
"If you don't go down, I'll stomp you," I said in a deep voice. The expression on my face is still plain and simple.
"Then I'll take the watch back...you wait at my house to pick it up and take the cash." uttered a still voice
"Jom...my name is Jom". He looked at me for a bit before he stepped off the motorcycle easily. I looked after the walking, not very straight, I wondered what people like it were with those gangsters. But it's none of my business here. So I moved the car and put on the helmet that at first ran away until I forgot about it. After finishing it, I drove back to my own house...
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