Men's Soleh Wealth System
60. Aziel's True Soul

"Yes, really. All this time it was Young Master who prepared everything for us."

Aziel covered both of his ears. "You guys don't talk nonsense anymore! I'm not what you guys say! Papa isn't who you're telling me either!" his screams moved away from the chicken shop, towards the hut where he lived with the Jockey.

He was amazed to see two sport bikes parked in the yard of the hut. There was one that was most interesting and he was flabbergasted looking at her. Aziel researched and rubbed expensive objects that are only 120 units in this world.

"Crazy? Whose bike is parked here? Find her disease!" Aziel boarded the vehicle and still rubbed the metallic object with his amazed face.

I don't know what came to his mind, Aziel smiled faintly down towards the corner of the reot building. There is a sack containing equipment every service dismantle people's homes.

"Well, here!" Aziel smiled cunningly glancing left and right.

"Whoever parks his bike here, congratulations! He's been wrong into the tiger cage!" Aziel also began to compose the motorbike.

Thiiit

Tiits

Tiits

A loud voice came out from inside the motor. Aziel looked frantically back glancing left and right, worried when a person who had come and instantly caught him.

From inside the hut, the neck of the Jockey had long glanced at the window looking at the direction of the motor that issued an alarm sound. He saw Aziel's behavior that looked strange, as if frightened trying to stop the sound of the alarm.

"What kind of kid is that?" The jockey glanced at the key of the motor that was still in position. He shook his head, carrying the key out.

Aziel looks anxious fiddling with the motorbike with a screwdriver trying to pry the source of the motor alarm sound. However, the alarm was sounding louder and louder.

"What the hell is that?" The jockey inserts a key on the motor contact and turns it around. The noise disappeared instantly. Aziel chuckled at what the Jockey had done just now.

"There's a motor key from where are you?" Aziel returned to the two-wheeled vehicle and turned it on.

There was a heavy roar but it sounded handsome from the bike. "Wuuuzzz!" chirps amazed.

The jockey who had noticed Aziel's behavior looked at her with a surprised face. "Lu abis kesambet what? Who has never seen it?"

"Again, I just saw this bike around here. If sold, we don't need to steal for the next year. Come on, let's get the fuck out! Later we give a good price to the container. It's a rare item! Must be expensive!" Aziel is styled on the bike with his face.

Meanwhile, the Jockey scratched his temple glanced at the motorbike next to the motorbike Aziel was riding. "So, now you want to sell that bike?"

"Yes! Mayan make a deposit with Bang Baron! We do not need to work for one year until the sale of this motorcycle runs out! Steady is that? There's a foot barge and there's no need to hide from the police." Aziel continued to scold.

But the Jockey's face looked even more confused. "Your money is a lot? Why is this motorcycle for sale? Tired of buying dong?"

Aziel turned her head quickly after hearing the Jockey's statement. "What did you say? Buy out? Who's buying it?"

"Isn't this you buying using your money that keeps coming out of your clothes bag? Aaah, you why is this weird?" The jockeys did the same as the Om-Om who saw Aziel near Arsen's tomb.

"What pain does persambet?" ask the Jockey back.

Aziel refused the hands of the Jockey. "What the hell are you? I don't mean what you said! Sitting on a motorcycle like this I feel a dream. My pocket is like a money warehouse like you said?"

"Eh, are you going to mane? Your time also forgot that Bang Baron was already KO against you?"

Aziel again jerked, turning off the motor engine was afraid of hearing wrong. "So you said ape?"

"You have lost the Baron Bang!"

Aziel looked at the Jockey with a blank face. "Gue told you, we have many sins! Don't you add any more!" Aziel turned the engine back on and he drove off the Jockey.

"Eeeh, what's the fuckin' shit? Don't make it up to him to sell that bike!" The jockey immediately got on his bike and chased Aziel.

Aziel, who realized that he was being chased by the Jockey, increased the speed of his vehicle, turned the gas and he increasingly darted between the vehicles on the road. The jockey who won't lose, chases at the highest speed he can.

Without them realizing it, the police who were patrolling, immediately chased those who were speeding on the highway. Aziel did not care about the crowded streets, continued to dart through the traffic jam very smoothly.

The police, who felt they could not catch up alone, summoned another herd to intercept the vehicle which was running beyond the vehicle brutally.

"Okay, hell!" Jockeys saw police moving down the street chasing them. He chose to turn on the small road and hide.

It was Aziel who continued to fight the wind as if he had been able to show off his ability to drive using the luxury motorbike. "Gue fought? Too soon ten of your years!" his grin glanced at the rearview mirror.

The grin swelled with a moment. His face began to look frightened to realize the police were following him.

"Siiieayall!" Aziel also saw the intersection and turned any direction. However, it turns out that there has been a police force waiting for him. He quickly tried to turn around and it turned out that behind him was also filled with rows of men in traffic police uniform.

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"Sir, let me go! I beg!" Aziel languished in a temporary holding cell.

"We're waiting for your parents! You have disrupted the peace and safety of other drivers on the streets! You don't have valid papers as a rider! Before your parents came to this police station, you were there for a while!"

Aziel sat down, hoping that someone would come to release him.

But the day is getting darker. But no one was there to free him. His stomach feels very hungry. He had just remembered, had not eaten or drunk a single thing. There, he saw several policemen enjoying the meal.

"Rpa ... Mr ... For me too? I haven't opened yet" he said.

"Who? Turns out the streets are fasting tah?"

The night was getting late, but no one was there to look for him. Because, the former mafia, was already scared first when he got news from the Jockey. They did not dare to step foot into the police station.

Tiredness that whack make Aziel sleep. A few minutes later, he woke up again.

[Welcome to Arsen. Are you satisfied enough after you rest all day? ]

The young body rose. His head wildly glanced left and right. "Why am I in prison?"