THE REAL PRINCES
THE ANGEL RIDER'S

Some bikes are neatly lined up at the starting line. The roar of the machine. Smoke billowed, dust and soil spewed from the wheels. One orange motor is in the middle of the track.

Tonight is so frenzied. Many spectators came. It is suspected that there are professional drivers participating in this wild racing event. One driver wearing a Duffy duck hoodie, also on the track, the red glows to be the most striking color coupled with an orange motorbike.

There was a lot of noise in the audience. They all bet on that official racer. While loyal fans "The Angel Rider" choose to bet for the beautiful figure.

The countdown begins. The engine sounds are rising. The most difficult rally track with a cornering climb, making some pereli hesitant to speed up their vehicles.

"Three ... two ... one .. go!"

Flags are flown, all bikes are bolted leaving the starting line, eight laps they have to go through. Some of the motors are still equally in the front position including the two eccentric colored motors.

Until the hill turned, two, three motorcycles fell. They failed to pursue. Five motorcycles are still speeding even show a beautiful air maneuver. Many photos of the riders milling about in cyberspace. Especially two eccentric colored motors. High points become a plus for the victory of drivers who reach the finish line.

The first lap is still held by orange motorists, while the second is held by red motorcycles. Only a fraction of a second difference. The motor is still running fast. All spectators held their breaths as the red-coloured motorcycle racer successfully preceded the orange motorist.

"Go after him! Don't be left behind!" the audience shouted.

The crowd cheers began to growl. The event preceded it to be a tense spectacle. Even if there was a police force, they would be amazed by such an extraordinary show.

Trajectory after track through the five motors still survive. Just focus and do not make mistakes that become the benchmark of the racers. But, the demands of the show still have to be considered.

Until the last track. Only three motorcycles were on the track. The red motor is getting bolted forward, the orange motor is increasing speed. Trying to chase, too lusty. He underestimated the ability of the angel rider. Even his point was far above it.

A cunning trick that he always uses when in the real racecourse is done. A trick that endangers his life is also the life of another rider.

The orange biker minimizes the distance, tries to stick to the end of the motorcycle tire and throws one slightly large stone in order to slip between the gear.

The truck!

The red motor is unmoved, it is the orange motor that lost control. The stone throw is wrong, just mentally towards the motor. It made the rider behind her precede her. Track ended.

All the spectators cheered and applauded. They were very happy with the show. The originally deserted tribune, was already filled with spectators.

"Winner of The Angel Rider!" exclaim audience.

Many faces bowed, the money turnover in that place was extremely high. The racer lost a lot even when cheating.

The driver took off his helmet. A tall figure with a blue sliced athletic body. Perfectly printed face, sharp nose and sturdy jaw as well as thin lips. His chin was slightly black as the feathers there grew. Curly hair with a glare.

The man named Felipe Scolar, his appearance is widely reported everywhere. His figure was indeed very handsome, making him quickly famous, not to mention he was proficient in riding the iron horse. He approached the figure wearing a Duffy duck hoodie.

"congratulations. You're really good at this track. I hope you can join the official event" he congratulated.

Luien took off his helmet. He also returned his outstretched hand. The handsome figure was flabbergasted staring at the beauty of the girl in front of him.

"It's not wrong if you're nicknamed The Angel Rider!" he still stared at the girl in front of him.

"Thank you, I didn't expect you to be so handsome either" Luein said in a compliment.

Three people on the podium. Luien raised his thropy high and symbolically his winning money. There's no security there. All the way forward to just want to take a picture with the winner and the handsome racer.

Indeed, many lose because keeping the original racer. However, the man's show entertained their defeat, although a little disappointed by his own mistakes to make it number three.

Luien cashed the money. A thousand dollars into his account. The girl smiled. He would visit Veronica and bring many of her favorite foods. He plans to take Armira for a walk as well.

Luien. He was surprised to see Vic here. His eyes were poking around, looking for another figure.

"Mr Alex and Mr Adrian are in the stands" the man said as if he knew who Luein was looking for.

The girl nodded.

"If so say, to meet me on xxx street. What if we fight speed over there!' his challenge.

"Are you sure, Miss?" Luein looked at the handsome man.

"When, I'm not sure, Vic?" tanyakanya.

"Maybe you forgot, the one you fought was a street king" Vic said casually.

"He was also nicknamed The King Of Road" he continued.

Luien just smiled knot. Suddenly Felipe came because he heard the conversation of the two.

"May I enliven?" her door.

Luein looked at Victor. The man seemed to think for a moment. Then nod.

"Use your car, we're going to Mr. Maxwell's private circuit, where it's on Xx Street!" sahut Vic's.

The man was wearing sunglasses and tidying up his suit. Luein rode on the bike and put on his helmet. Felipe rushed to his vehicle. The man called his manager. Said it would follow one more wild race. If Felipe goes to the parking lot and puts his bike in a special truck and picks up his sports car. Luein was confused. He hasn't taken his Porsche yet. It's early morning. He can't go there.

"I could have been caught as a thief" he muttered to himself.

However, he continued walking towards the circuit building it was in. Who knows, Alex borrowed one of his sports cars. It only took him twenty minutes to get to that place.

There, Felipe had just arrived..Because you have your own vehicle. He was allowed to enter through a special door. While Luien drove his motor into a different door.

"Where's your car, Luien?" ask Vic.

"You forgot, I'm a poor man. Where can I get a sports car?"

Luien realized that. There will be suspicion if he drives his Porche. Alex and Adrian came together. Vic reported that Luien didn't have a vehicle.

"If you don't have a car, why are you challenging me?" sahut Alex is arrogant.

"Well, lend me. I'll win this match!" answer Luien jumawa.

"What if you lose?" ask Adrian.

"She's got to sleep with me one night!" chirps Alex.

seriated.

vodav ... Alex is wrong!

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