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The night was young, the air quite fresh and the weather humid.
My best friend and I hugged each other before we split up. His father had sent his driver to pick him up.
Marc had offered to drop me off, except that I had declined his offer. I wanted to walk to enjoy the air. After a fight, it always felt good.
I recognized that we hadn't been kind to these guys, but they had been looking for him.
A few meters from the gym, I was called out by a horn. I turned around, it was a car that smelled of cash. One of the windows rolled down. A distinguished man, with a hollow cheeked face and salt and pepper hair, called out to me.
- Good evening, my handsome young man, I need your services.
At the same time, the door opened, but I turned my face away and continued to walk.
- Sorry the vioc, but I eat a different type of bread.
- Please excuse me for this confusion, except that you interest me for a completely different reason.
- hurry up, talk, I don't have my whole life. I said, turning around.
- If you want to ride.
- I'm not going anywhere with you on the vioc. I said, getting ready to continue my journey.
The gentleman got out of his vehicle. In turn, his driver got out of the, car to close his boss's door and got back on board just as quickly. And the mysterious individual began to follow me.
This man was pinned down in a distinguished black suit, as his luxurious vehicle rolled along at his own pace.
- Listen, what would you say to work for me ?
- What is the job ?
- To do what you like the most, to fight. I appreciated your demonstration in the bistro earlier, and I find that you have incredible potential.
- If you say so.
- Here is my card, do not hesitate to contact me, especially if you want to make a lot of money.
I accepted and put the card in my pocket. The gentleman got back into his vehicle. I just caught a glimpse of his hand over the window as he walked past me.
I'm not sure what to think of him, but I just can't feel this one.
A few steps later, I found myself at the crossroads that led to Patty's house. I preferred to go through this place, it was safer, especially at this time of night. Badangels and at night, it's a poisonous cocktail.
I was walking through a few streets and saw something strange. A girl was being chased by a guy.
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