On the farther side of Worcester city center, there exists a creepy alley where all the darkness begins, surrounded by the eerie silence of the air whistling through the space. Amidst the darkness, bottles clinked on the ground. Under the dim spotlight, a group of drunken thugs were playing cards. Suddenly, a drunken bald man was in a rush to walk away from the match.
"If you try to flee, I'll rip your head off. Place your money here before you move your ass."
The man staggered and began to unzip his pants. "Oii..Oii.. What the hell are you doing?"
"Let him go... He won't have his balls if he flees," came the gruff voice.
The baldy squirms and flees the place as if his bladder was about to burst. The gruff man lights the cigarette and reveals a nasty grin.
"Boss, you seemed to be in a good mood."
"Just thinking about last night's snacks... Such a wild kitten," said the gruff man leaning on the wall.
The thugs laughed and agreed, "Indeed she is..." The gruff man glared, and they immediately shut their mouths. The boss heaved a sigh and stood up.
"Rocco, take my place. I'll be ba..." Suddenly, a flash of light seemed to cross his neck. The thugs followed the source of light, all they could find was a sleek black, glittering silver spade card stuck on the wall. When one of the thugs was about to call his boss and turned only to see a fine red line on his boss's neck, and blood started to seep through it. He landed on the ground with a loud thud. The lackeys were horrified, when one of them rushed to check his breath only to find him dead.
In contrast to the darkness of the night, the sun shines brightly, warming the entire city of Worcester. Amidst the bustling city lies the high-end garage named "Sydney Ignites." The owner of the garage, Mr. Alex Dexter, aka Dexy, is known for his kind nature and his formidable dead jokes.
'Vroom...Vroom...Vroom...'
The sound of a topnotch Lightning LS218 reverberated along the test track, driven by the Sydney Ignites' notorious mechanic.
Mr. Dexter enters the yard and asks a nearby mechanic, "Hey rookie, where's Grace?" A lanky boy in his teens who is in the middle of repairing a bike with a spanner in his mouth bobbed his head in the direction of the test track. Mr. Dexter crossed his arms and muttered,
"Here she goes again."
He shouted, "Grace! Get your ass off the track now."
The speed of the lightning LS218 came to a halt. A girl wearing a black racer leather jacket with ribbed sleeves and asymmetric zip lines got down from the bike and took her helmet off. Midnight straight black hair cascaded down her waist, and her electric blue eyes were as cold as ice.
"You promised to tag along to Ms. Paopao's restaurant," whined Mr. Dexter in a desperate voice.
Her slender legs marched towards him, and she threw her helmet at him. Mr. Dexter caught it in time before it kissed the land.
She rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's Ms. Pakpao, not Paopao. It's still 9.30, and she usually opens at 10. Why such a hurry?" Her voice is neither soft nor deep but carries a tinge of sultriness and dominance.
He scoffed with both arms around his waist, "You don't know the greatness of the Gob Tod fries she makes. What if it sells out?"
She narrowed her eyes and uttered, "Are you sure? Only you could treasure those skinny frog fries, Dexy."
"Don't you dare insult Ms. Paopao's frog fries. That shiny white skin, crunchy slender legs, bubbly cheeks, rosy lips, and those boobs..."
"Stop your bullshit. Just propose to her already. At least it saves my money that you spend extravagantly on her restaurant," she said and started to leave the place.
"Yah... Yah... Then whose gonna spend money for my wedding?" exclaimed Mr. Dexter and chased behind her.
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The Last Spade Master
Roman d'amourIn a dark narrow and abandoned subway, a man stumbled his way, holding a half-finished alcohol bottle in his hand. His stubbles longer, hair messy and ungroomed. His eyes are bloodshot and swollen from continuous crying. He wobbled and fell down. A...
