Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 318
"Let's welcome our winner tonight .... Ares .... A big round of applause ...."
The host asked Ares to come forward. He waved his hand with a big smile to everyone there. Proudly, he celebrated his first victory in street racing. He also smiled at Fathir who looked still upset at him.
"Ares, congratulations, yes! You're entitled to a check worth a hundred million rupiahs and a helmet from Shoei."
The host gave his gift to Ares. All who come give a cheer. Ares came back to his friends and pranced to celebrate the victory.
Ares's joy came to a halt when he saw the bike he knew was there. It was the bike that fell with Fathir before the finish.
"Wait a minute, hold on!" Ares handed the helmet he was holding to Timmy. He walked up to the driver he felt had helped him.
When he was in front of him, the rider opened the helmet. Apparently Irene. He smiled broadly at Ares.
"Congratulations, yes," said Irene.
Ares still can't believe that one of his competitors is Irene. "Oh, Oh my God. How come you can be here?"
Irene's whereabouts in san was completely unpredictable.
"I'm bored. I also want to race. I didn't expect to see you" Irene said casually.
"Well! It could be, yes ...." After all, Ares was happy to see Irene there. "Will Alan's brother not scold you?"
Irene lifted both shoulders. "Originally you didn't tell her anything, I don't think it's a problem."
"We're not saying goodbye?"
"Yes, Iah! I said play for a minute. He said it's okay" Irene said.
"Woi, there's a Goddess Game!" exclaim Zoy.
Ares' three friends ran to them. Irene's cool appearance wearing race clothes and carrying a sports bike made the three gawk.
"Hi, how are you?" greet Irene.
"Lack of good, Ren. You don't play games with us anymore" said Timmy.
"I didn't think you could race, did you?" muttered Abhi stunned.
"I told you, right. He's all-around able. At least cooking is not possible" Ares said.
"Ck! I can't cook, I'm lazy to cook!" kilah Irene defended herself.
"I'm sorry, Ren. I can't cook it can buy. Aye, right?" said Zoy.
"Haha ... Yes, Zoy. I agree with you."
"Oh, yes. We're the four of us, right? When I slowed down because of Fathir, in front there are still you with each other. But when I finish, why am I the first? Did the other racer fall too?" ask Ares. He was still curious about the race this time.
"I kicked him," I'm Irene.
"What?" they said simultaneously. Irene casually claimed to have kicked another racer.
"Remember, Res, this is street racing. Usually a lot of cheating" Irene said.
"Yes, I know. But how did you kick him, why?"
"He put a pointed iron next to his motorcycle tire. Intentionally used to damage the opponent's bike, so I just kick it into the bushes. Disturb the road. Has he not returned yet? No one's helping him, is he?"
They were astonished by Irene's very casual story discussing the race this time. As expected, Irene must have had a lot of experience racing on the streets.
"Great you, Ren!" Timmy held out both thumbs.
"No, I'm fine. My most scuffed motor. You'll be the one to change the repair costs, yeah!" said Irene prank.
"Yes, done. I won this time too."
"No, Res. I'm kidding. I'll fix it myself. But I got a deal, didn't I?" ask Irene.
"Well, that, Ren! Boss Ares will treat us to eat in all you can it Japanese cuisine" said Timmy.
"Well, really? That's one of my favorites! Let me know if you want to go there" Irene said enthusiastically.
"Oh, so you guys have a hard time conspiring? Worth winning!"
Their excitement stopped. Fathir's entourage came to them with a cynical and angry face. Fathir immediately accused Irene and Ares of conspiring to win the race.
"Fathir, what do you mean?" ares asked as he looked at Fathir sharply.
"You two have conspired, right? You guys did a dirty trick to beat me!" sergeant Fathir pointed at them.
Irene, who did not like being accused for no reason, sternly replied, "Fathir, you know very well that the one who did the dirty trick was yourself. You keep clapping Ares with the intention of making him fall!"
Fathir was silent for a moment, but then replied in a cynical tone, "Isn't this street race already an unfair rule? So, I'm just using the same trick as you guys!"
"I don't use dirty tricks like you do" Ares replied steadily. "You have put a pointed iron next to your motorcycle tyre to damage my bike. You also tried to kick my bike. That's not a fair play tactic! I even tried to give up!"
"But he also accidentally dropped the motorbike, right, so that my motorbike fell?" Fathir pointed towards Irene.
Irene frowned. "If you're smart, you should avoid it, right?" he said he didn't want to lose. He hated people who cheated but felt cheated. He was forced to do so because Ares' position was increasingly dangerous.
"Well, women can also dare to cheat. If you're a man, I've beaten you up!" Fathir.
"God! You dare to hurt Irene? A duel with me is enough, come on! Don't be a coward!" challenge Ares. He did not accept Irene being bullied.
The debate grew heated and the atmosphere became increasingly tense. The two sides fought each other, not wanting to give each other a chance to talk.
"Wait a minute, we don't need to fight like this," Abhi said in a calm tone, trying to defuse the situation.
"Right, let's talk about this issue with a cool head" Timmy added, trying to calm the mood.
However, their words did not seem to be heard by the increasingly angry Fathir. He suddenly hit the motor nearby hard, shocking everyone.
"Enough! I'm tired of you all!" fathir shouted while pulling out his phone. "I'll call the race leader and report any fraud you've committed!"
Seeing the situation getting worse, Ares tried to defend himself. "Fathir, you broke the rules of the race. If you want to report something, then let's both come to them and give our testimony."
"Much talk!" fathir Tukas.
Fights begin to look inevitable as Fathir approaches Ares with clear intentions. Their friends tried to prevent it, but the atmosphere was heating up.
The two groups fought each other. Ares tries to be near Irene to protect her. He forgot that Irene was also good at fighting.
Their fight was fierce. Both sides vent emotions through punches and kicks. Unfortunately, Fathir's group was no match for Irene and Ares. One by one they were battered.
"Fathir, please! I don't want to fight anymore" said one of Fathir's friends.
"me too. Go, yuk!" said another friend.
"Yes, I'm going home too."
One by one they fled leaving Fathir there.
"Ah, fuck! Sat bang!" gerutu Fathir's. Having no friends anymore, he finally gave up and ran away with his friends.