The heart Killers ( English translation)

*CHAPTER 2*

.... FADELSTYLE first meet is coming 🤭...

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Kant: “I’m at the XXX hotel with my stubborn cat.”

“Are you informing me or just bragging that tonight you’re going to go hook up with that cute little brat?” Style glanced down at the phone in his right hand, pouting at the screen, even though he knew Kant, his best friend, couldn’t see his expression.

He picked up his phone while waiting at a red light. After his friend disappeared with the one he dubbed the ‘stubborn cat,’ Style continued to drink a bit more. So, at this moment, he was breaking two traffic laws.

One: drinking and driving.

Two: using his phone while driving.

But who was he? He was Style, son of the owner of STYLE AUTO garage. He was confident in his driving skills, sure that he wouldn’t get into an accident.

But… “Monks, all things are impermanent. They are subject to decay by nature. Strive to be vigilant,”

Carelessness often leads to disaster. Whether it was a mischievous spirit or an annoyed deity pushing back against his arrogance and overconfidence, suddenly his car slid forward and rear-ended the car stopped at the red light in front of him.
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Crash...

I didn’t hit hard, but a crash is still a crash. Just a quick look, and I see the license plate’s fallen off, and the paint’s scratched. On top of that, his insurance has expired. Luckily, the car in front wasn’t a luxury European car worth millions. Alright, first things first, let’s peacefully negotiate with the owner.

“Yikes…”

I practically yelped like a dog.

The reason for my outburst? The car owner in front opened his door and stepped out. He initially stood by the side of his car, hands on his hips, lifted his chin, and took a deep breath as if trying to calm himself down. Then he slammed the door shut hard, his face clearly showing how angry he was. His sharp, intense features only made him look even more intimidating.

He’s now striding directly toward me with a slow, steady pace. I’m sitting stiffly in the car, still clutching my smartphone, the screen still lit as proof that I was preoccupied with it. I hadn’t realized just how sharp-eyed and alert the car owner was. But when he stopped right by the driver’s side, he must’ve noticed the phone in my hand, which likely explained the rear-end collision.

After waiting for a moment, with me sitting there in silence, he finally knocked on my window, gesturing with a finger for me to step out for a talk.

The moment I stepped out, Fadel, with his killer instincts and sharp senses, caught a hint of perfume mixed with alcohol.

“Sorry about that. My car... sort of rolled forward,” Style said with a nervous smile to the stern-looking man. The fearsome car owner didn’t say anything, stepping back to inspect him from head to toe.

“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you? And it looks like you were using your phone in the car, too.”

“Uh... no, that’s not it…”

Fadel looked at the other’s flushed cheeks. They weren’t too different in height, but their builds were worlds apart. Fadel worked out regularly, his muscular frame making the guy standing across from him look almost scrawny in comparison.

“No, I’m right. You’re unbelievably reckless, drinking and using your phone. You’re wasting everyone’s time here. At least the car was stopped, so it was only a minor accident. Drunk drivers like you... you’re a menace. Carelessly driving like that has cost innocent lives. Makes me wonder how you were raised.”