After we rushed to Mark's side, a few black cars arrived. Mark tried to run but was shot in the leg by one of the men. I stood frozen in shock as Mark bled profusely. I snapped back to reality when Joe shouted my name, and I rushed to Mark's side. Luckily, the wound was not life-threatening.
We were left bewildered and suddenly lost consciousness. We woke up to find ourselves in a new location, with a man standing over us. His aura radiated an eerie and intimidating vibe. "Mark, you see what you've done?" he said. "You've dragged your friends into this mess too. Bad move."
Freaked out, I asked Mark what was happening, but he remained silent. The man, introducing himself as Mr. Fon, continued, "I'm a simple businessman dealing in cars and motorbikes. I host exclusive shows, and your friend here tampered with one of my prized possessions, the Yamaha YZF-R1M, and stole money from me. I lost a significant amount due to this."
I pleaded with Mr. Fon to let us go, offering to fix the bike in exchange for our freedom. He agreed, intrigued by my confidence. We were taken to a warehouse, where I saw the Yamaha YZF-R1M, a bike I had never seen before. Its specs and features intimidated me, but I was determined to fix it.
Upon inspecting the bike, I identified several issues, including incorrect tire pressure, worn spark plugs, and a clogged fuel filter. Mr. Fon was impressed by my diagnostic skills. Mark had indeed messed with the bike. Joe and I worked on the bike through the night, and by morning, it was ready. Mr. Fon was astonished by the bike's improved performance, thanks to the modifications I made.
I asked Mr. Fon to let us go, but he refused. Angered, I demanded to know why. His response was ominous.