Vampire Aedes
13. The Third Prince Glowed Up

"Bangs*t! You win the amount, you may lose competitiveness with new children. Argh, CUPO!" One blow hit the noses of his men in turn. The faces of the three of them had already been battered, plus the punishment from the Boss, who had only been bruised now had his nose broken and the corners of his lips torn.

"Get out of the motorcycle racing gang! Don't let me see you guys again in the arena!" emphatically. That is the consequence of failing to carry out the mission. The three people immediately took away their favorite motorcycles.

The other subordinates were scared. Shivering amidst the overflowing anger of the Hell Gang leader. It was as if a cold fire was encircling the territory of the headquarters. The albino guy patted the head on the shoulder while showing off his smile. "Quiet, Bro! I think the new boy is more competent than the three messengers you just now. There's no harm in him joining."

"It's not a matter of competence or not! This race, the name of the workshop and our defeat tonight, will have a negative effect on my efforts. Wanna?"

"Sir, Boss!" respond to all members, except the albino.

"Dissolve!"

Aster crouched behind a garbage incendiary barrel. The smell of rust is very piercing here, mixed with organic materials—such as plastic—which has been charred. Need for him to close his nose.

The Hell Gang is a wild racing gang that has been officially licensed to compete in several areas. You could say it's not an ordinary motorcycle racing gang. As Aster knew, their chat was quite private. Where the chairman is hostile to one of the new members, even trying to harm him. If a man like himself comes out of hiding, acting as if he knows nothing, it's the same as looking to die.

Despite not seeing his faces, Aster felt some of their voices sound familiar to the ears. Curious, Aster peeked carefully.

The place is dark. Be aware. Former cafe. The building is slightly indented, the area near the road is mostly covered with cement. There's only one lamp post.

Aster squinted his eyes to make his vision sharper. Around a dozen guys facing backwards. Everyone dressed in black. "It's not clear" said Aster, slowly.

Aster's eyes catch one of the most glaring things, other than the gang leader. That's the albino guy. Hair, skin, and others all white make it look shining even in the darkest places. He is like a substitute for a lamp when in the middle position.

"You budek, huh? I said disband!"

Aster stopped peeking. Waiting for the roar of the motor engine enliven the end of the complex, then deserted because it was eaten by distance.

After making sure things were completely quiet, he breathed a sigh of relief. But due to too long squatting, the shin feels broken when upholding the knee.

"Geek!" It made Aster stand unbalanced, then fell. It had unintentionally been elbowing the trash can in front of it made of zinc.

Aster rounded his eyes to hear the loud noise. Not only him, two people who were standing not far from Aster's hiding also stopped the chatter because of the sound of 'scrambling'. They are the leader and the albino. The two did not drive a motorcycle with the dozen members earlier. Even now to where they parked the motorbike.The distance is three meters from the garbage can.

The white-haired guy held the chest of his best friend's field. "Let me just. Lo rewind the motor so as not to stop my path ntar."

"okay."

Aster held his breath by smothering his own mouth. The closer one's foot steps, the more his heart beats. Mampus, get caught! He screamed inwardly while closing his eyes.

Based on my instinct and sense of sensitive Aster's feathers, the guy should have been right in front of him. The albino smiled as his other hand held the edge of the trash can. "It turns out sweet."

Ehh?

Slowly, Aster opened his eyes. The first thing that is caught by the lens is the white sports shoes. He looked up to see clearly who the guy was. Didn't .. earlier Aster said that some of them still shine even though placed in the darkest place?

"Yoye, Bro!"

The albino turned away. His face is too close. This position makes Aster feel awkward while sweating coldly. He lowered. "G-gue—"

He cut in a whisper, "Aiden will kill you if you speak again."

Aiden's? His body was petrified hearing Aiden's name called. Is it possible ... in this vast real world, he can meet that guy?

Aster gulped the saliva roughly, venturing to raise his face. It was seen the albino sticking an index finger on her beautifully curved lips. It is beautiful, but impressed. Aster recalled the Third Prince's smile. If observed, the figure of the albino with the Third Prince is quite similar. It's just different in age. The guy in front of him was like a teenage Third Prince.

The roar of the motor engine disperse the Aster's daydream. There's no one around him. Chief, or now we call him Aiden, and the Albino is gone.

Aster continued his journey down the narrow alley. The sound of dry leaves rubbing, accompanied by a cool breeze that penetrated to the bones. The feather stands. He quickened his pace when he realized that a black shadow was following.

"Aster yes ... is it possible Astervania? Hmm, I hope I'm wrong. I think Mama once called this name." Rizho just wanted to make sure that the girl came home safely.

***

"Shhh!" Aster was pushed until his back hit the floor. Pain in the shoulder area makes him grimace. The empty corridor was leaping. The hand forced his head to look up.

Guys in green suits, do not forget to pull one corner of the lips that seems to be the hallmark of a Rizho. "Sorry, I'm not careful."

Aster received a review. "Favor, Brother."

"Together."

Rizho and his friend returned to the original activity, which was to lift the table because in his class there was a lack of space for new students. "Lo why say 'sorry' anyway, Zo? It's obviously a girl who doesn't use her eyes."

"Go put your feet on, Bego!"

"Whoa, that's what I mean. Street girls don't look around. He should be the one apologizing."

Aster turned his head, hearing the short conversation between Rizho and the other friend. Is it not wrong? Jambul Monas defended him?

Forgetit. Remember his body immunity is drastically decreased. Any hot breath will feel very burning. His eyes are also sharp. Cannot focus when the teacher explains the material. It must have been because last night was running around.

"You don't have to play sports. To the UKS only, I'm anther," said Vanessa in class. Bocil tumben very, inner Aster while raising my gaze. "Let me skip, hehe."

The guy with the volleyball under his armpits, approaching Aster's chair. The girl with sideways bangs dodged when her forehead would be touched by Kris. He knitted his brows and asked, "Lo why lemes, As? It hurt?"

Dejavu. Baby face-faced men who are idolized by many people openly pay attention. Don't let. Aster nodded slowly, implying that he was fine, so don't worry.

"Sir Ketu, don't you look at his face like a corpse? The pleasantries have a limit of times" Vanesa said. While the empu put his shoulders uncaring.