𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗳𝘁 ─ 𝗫𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗼𝘀

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The most mysterious among them was Xhoe. He was a man clad in motor gears but would drive around a stolen bentley─ crazy kleptomaniac. The only problem is he steals cars, not just from nobody, but especially from big shots. There's even a rumor that Xhoe knew O.de outside this sabbath.

They say that he once targeted O.de's father, the rumored official, and stole his customized 2019 Bugatti Divo. The one plated with 24k carat gold, along the rims of entitled car. The real envy back then. No one doubted the story because the very next day for the annual drag fest, Xhoe showed up with the same car together with the governor's son. O.de even looks thrilled as another set whispers erupted: that O.de was also in on the theft against his alleged father.

There's also a crude rumor that they're fucking, but no one actually gives a shit about it, yeah? That predatory instinct is already engraved and present in all the participants here. If you even took the time to glance around the corner, you can even see a bubble gum haired guy is having a blast for having his dick warm with probably the best blowjob of his life. Credit to Messi, the best cum dump in every party.

Anyways, Tiro still couldn't believe that a man like Xhoe introduced himself to him. He felt rare feelings of acknowledgement and fondness, emotions you shouldn't feel especially if you just had your ass handed to you, but he felt great nevertheless. With a shout he returned back the gratitude: "Gunil! I'm Goo Gunil."

Tiro wasn't sure if Xhoe heard his remaining sentiment, but when the young man turned to offer him a smile despite the obvious distance, Tiro was sure that his efforts were not served in vain. With a smile, although defeated, Tiro went home with a light mood.

Going back to our main star, the victor of this round is sure no way past leaving. Xhoe made his way at the spotlight, stepping over Tiro's lost Camaro. It sure was a nice baby but didn't relatively fit his unique taste for a drive. Maybe because it wasn't stolen? Fuck hell, you know the answer.

O.de approached Xhoe, handed him a graffiti, and jumped over the jagged Camaro. With both of their weights pressed against the windshield of the car a huge exposed crack revealed itself. Tiro should be glad that he left early, or he was sure to commit homicide by the end of the night, and give justice to his beloved woman. Everyone thinks that a ride is their woman, that's the virtue for big boys cars.

The both of them scribbled the top with the intials 'XH'. The blood red spray of the paint stood out from the neon green color of the Camaro. Their hellbent on literally fucking up such a great car, even the bystanders felt  a huge lost even if it wasn't theirs. The bubble gum haired dude just finished his load when he saw the scene. He definitely felt heartbroken, a Camaro is his dream.

"Yeah fuck that shit up!" the man who asked Tiro to hit his girlfriend up yelled once again. He definitely has that unrivaled complex upon Tiro that equates everything to his misery be his happiness. He finally got dirty looks from the people that surrounded him, that's just some fucked shit now that the person he's hostile with is long gone.

"Yeah, this is it." O.de muttered next to Xhoe with satisfactory as he looked at him with beguile. "You ready?"

"Blast the news bad boy." Xhoe replied perfunctorily with equal thrill, his eyes sparkled with anticipated glee. O.de gave him a final nod before calling for the crowd's undivided attention.

"Hey retards, listen up!" O.de called as he made his way above the bright green drive. "The next drag fest will be Xhoe's last grand show. He'll quit after that, for good." 

"What!?"

"Xhoe finally got his balls tired huh."

"We still haven't fucked!"