Just then, the scene shifts to Monster putting his hand over his nose.
Seeing him standing so incredibly close, Angel's heart experiences a sudden short circuit. She loses her balance and falls to the ground, blood dripping from her nose.
Monster picks her up, looking down at her. "Are you getting dizzy just standing there?"
He hands Angel his handkerchief and grumbles, "Madam ji, wipe the blood from your nose. Otherwise, people will think I punched you, and they'll start beating me up."
Angel takes the hanky, screaming internally, 'God! Are you going to kill me with sheer happiness today?'
She quickly wipes the blood from her nose and chugs some water. Just then, Monster closes the distance, leaning right down to her face. He is just about to say something, but seeing him this close again catches her completely off guard.
Pffft!
Angel spits the water straight onto his face.
Monster roars in frustration, "She is a total witch! She'll never change, nor will she ever let me live in peace!"
Angel quickly apologizes, "Sorry! I am very sorry!"
"Keep your 'I am sorry, sorry' for later, before you pull another stunt," Monster says, mocking her. "You're a walking disaster anyway. I don't understand if your life is full of stunts, or if there's just a tiny bit of life left in your endless stunts. Let's go home."
"Okay, boss," Angel replies.
She walks over and hops onto the back of the bike. Without warning, Monster accelerates, making the bike fly at the speed of a helicopter.
Startled, Angel wraps her arms tightly around Monster's waist and screams, "You donkey! Slow down the bike! I want to go home, not to God!"
"Alright, Your Highness," Monster replies, finally easing off the throttle.
Angel smacks him on the head. "Why were you revving it like crazy? It's a bike, Monster!
Monster immediately slams on the brakes and snaps, "Get off."
"What happened, donkey?" Angel asks, confused.
"Just get off. Get down!"
Angel steps down from the bike, looking around. "What is it?"
Suddenly, Monster grabs Angel's hand and pulls her close. "Go, you ride the bike."
Angel glances over his shoulder and notices a few shady figures watching them from a distance. Instantly, she steps closer to Monster and throws her arms around him, hugging him tight.
Monster tenses up. "What happened?"
"Don't act like a hero right now. Some people are tailing us," she whispers urgently against him. "Act normal."
"What crap are you talking about?" Monster asks.
"Look back, donkey."
Monster casually casts a subtle side-eye. Through his peripheral vision, he spots a group of men sitting on a bike, their cold stares locked onto them for quite a while now.
Angel hands her phone over to Monster, gives him a quick instruction, and swiftly mounts the driver's seat of the bike. Putting on her helmet, she takes a sharp, deep breath.
"Hold on to me tight," she commands Monster.
"There's no need for that," Monster scoffs.
"Sorry," Angel says.
Monster blinks. "For what?"
"But why?" he asks again.
Angel cuts him off sharply. "I gave you my phone, right? Open WhatsApp. There will be a contact saved under 'D'. Text the code '6758' to it."
"Why?" Monster questions.
"Shut up and just do exactly what I say!"
With that, she pulls a lighter out of her pocket.
Monster's eyes widen. "What is that lighter for?"
"You ask way too many questions!"
Angel whips the bike around, facing their pursuers. She revs the engine violently, accelerating straight toward them. As she charges at full speed, she flicks the lighter, ignites it, and hurls it directly at one of the riders.
Right on cue, twenty bikes burst out from behind the thick bushes, engines roaring.
"I knew it," Angel mutters.
The hostile bikes immediately swarm them, initiating a high-speed chase. Angel pushes the bike's limits, breaching a lethal speed of over 900.
"One... two... three," she counts down.
BANG!
A sniper shot rings out through the air, perfectly piercing the tire of one of the pursuing bikes.
Monster shouts over the roaring wind, "What the hell is going on?!"
"Are you blind? Can't you see?!" Angel yells back. "People are chasing us! And now, bullets are about to fly. Look behind you, they're packing heat!"
Monster glances back, and his blood runs cold. They actually have guns drawn, and the next second, muzzle flashes light up the dark as they open fire.
Angel pushes the throttle even harder, pushing the bike to its absolute limit. Terror washing over him, Monster tightly wraps his arms around Angel's waist, burying himself against her.
"I don't want to die this early, you witch!" he screams.
Angel suddenly swerves the bike, veering hard into the dense jungle. But as she takes the turn, she suddenly registers the feeling of Monster's hands gripped tightly around her waist.
The sudden realization catches her off guard, and her hands completely let go of the handlebars.
The bike wobbles violently, on the verge of a catastrophic crash. Shaking herself out of the trance, Angel snaps back to reality. 'I don't have time to think about this right now!' she screams in her mind, grabbing the controls just in time.
In a blur of speed, they burst out from the other side of the jungle. But their pursuers are relentless—the enemy bikes are still hot on their trail.
Suddenly, a massive structure looms ahead in Angel's vision. It was their meeting hall.
This territory operated under a brutal, absolute law: No outside gang member is permitted to step into another gang's meeting room. If an enemy dares to cross that line, any consequence is on them. Even if they are slaughtered on the spot, their original gang cannot claim revenge.
Angel drifts the bike to a aggressive halt right outside the perimeter.
Monster stumbles off the bike, his head spinning violently from the adrenaline. "You... you are a terrifyingly heavy driver..."
Suddenly, Angel lets out a loud, mocking scream toward the approaching enemies: "Welcome!"
Right as the words leave her mouth, a hundred heavily armed men step out from behind the shadows of the bushes, their guns raised and aimed directly at the targets.
They were none other than The Lions.
Auther note
I know this chapter is late, sorry everyone.
- night