Chapter 19

Chapter 19: An Old Acquaintance

Emma was reviewing how strong Calvin’s body was in her mind. From there, Emma knew that Calvin was not just an ordinary guy. He had a well-trained physique like her father’s bodyguard and the top position men in her father’s mafia group. But that was only in terms of strength. She didn’t sure if in terms of technique. Because self-defence was not just relying on strength and body weight, but techniques were also important.

After Calvin’s motorcycle was up, they immediately drove to the workshop which was near the bus stop in Emma’s residential area, because it was the only repair shop she knew in Handway City.

The two cars stopped in front of a repair shop with a large sign blazing brightly in the middle of a deserted street. Emma came out of her car door with a frustrated face as clutching her head. “Ah! Of course! The workshop is closed! What a shame!”

Calvin got out of the passenger seat of the pickup truck, along with the pickup truck driver, “Oh.. Is this the repair shop you meant?” said the old man.

Emma nodded, “I’m, so sorry. I didn’t know the workshop used to close so soon. I thought it was still open.”

“No need to worry. I know the owner of the workshop. He’s a friend of mine.” The man said with his chin raised.

“Ah.. Thank goodness.” Said Emma in relief.

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The man approached a metal rolling door of the workshop and banged loudly as if to make a fuss, “Craig!! It’s me, Moris!” he shouted in the hoarse voice of a senior-level cigarette addict.

After several times of repeating that noisy thing, the door finally opened from the inside, though only halfway. A man who was as old as him, was bow-walking through the door to get out. His thick beard seemed to blend with his chest hair which was no less dense. He turned his back to face the truck driver who was finally known as Moris.

“What are you bothering me about at this late night? I thought you drowned in the sea.” It turned out that the furry man’s voice was much hoarse than the truck driver’s.

“Yes, I’ve risen again.” He answered. “Look, I need help here. Hem.. It’s actually not me. But them..” He pointed at a couple of young people who stood awkwardly behind him.

“I’m Emma and he’s Calvin. Nice to meet you.” She said. “Um.. Let me explain. So, my friend had an accident. His motorcycle was destroyed and we had to treat his injuries as soon as possible.” Emma continued by pointing at the truck behind her with her finger.

“Oh.. Ah.. I’m Craig.” Then he looked at Calvin with his arms folded in front of his chest. “You don’t look like you’ve just been in an accident. You know that, right?”

Calvin nodded, “I know.”

“Put the bike down,” Craig ordered, before going inside and rising the door open until it stuck to the top.

“Good. You’re safe.” Emma tapped Calvin on the shoulder twice.

The motorcycle was put down and Craig pushed it inside, followed by the three uninvited guests. Behind the rolling door, there was a very strong smell of lubricating oil. On the other side, there was a medium-sized table that was very messed with utensils, paper, money, and lots of empty beer bottles.

Emma looked around with an annoyed face. Okay, she had to understand that the place was a workshop. And she shouldn’t be surprised, after seeing the owner who didn’t seem to care about the cleanliness of his own body.

“Are you still receiving customers at this hour? Why don’t you just kill me as well?” A deep voice made everyone turn around.

A guy in a white armless undershirt and a bottle of beer in his hand stared at him with a lazy, annoying face.

“Troy?” Said Calvin.

The big, muscular guy squinting his eyes, “Wait.. You’re Calvin Lee, the idol of the college girls, right?”

“Wow.. So, it turns out that you two know each other? Good!” Craig laughs. Then he turned to face his son, “Help these friends of yours. I have some business with your asshole uncle.” He said by putting down the motorcycle stander.

“Yeah, we have adult things to talk about.” Moris nodded, blinking one eye with a mischievous smile.

Troy didn’t seem to care, just sighed roughly. His father had been friends with Moris for a very long time, as if they were twins who shared the same placenta. Troy pulled two small chairs from under the table, “Sit down.”

“I didn’t know this was your house,” said Calvin.

“I don’t think we know each other.” Troy corrected.

Emma was still staring at the two old men who were happily exiting through the rolling door. Then the big door closed, followed by the sound of an old truck engine slowly fading away.

“Since you two said you don’t know each other. I’ll be the one to introduce myself first. I’m Emma Hillland.” She held out her hand to Troy.

The big guy just stared at the tiny soft hand that floating in front of his face, “I’m Troy Roner. You can put down your hand, because my hands are dirty by the engine.”

“Owh.. Okay then.” Emma withdrew her hand.

“So, who else beat you up again like that?” Troy looked at Calvin.

“Again?” Emma repeated.

Troy nodded once, “You’re his girlfriend, but don’t know anything about him?”

“We’re not dating.” They both said at the same time.

Troy stared at that two persons who suddenly made a blushed face, “Okay.. I had heard ravings from the university girls about your relationship. You know they are very noisy.” He shrugged.

“University? We are studying in the same university?” Emma asked confused.

“Troy is in the same level as us, but he takes engineering major.” Said Calvin.

Troy nodded, “Maybe you didn’t see me often because I’m always busy at the Judo club. I also rarely saw you, unlike the handsome campus idol sitting next to you. He wanders here and there spreading charm.”

“Just like you. As for me, I’m always busy at the ballet club.” Emma laughed, feeling like she had found someone on the same mindset as her. She liked the people who pursue their hobbies.

Calvin just stared blankly. Then he cleared his throat, “Do you have a medicine box? I want to treat my wound.”

“Huh? You don’t have to, Calvin. We’re going to the hospital.” Emma immediately remembered the purpose of putting Calvin’s motorcycle into the repair shop. Didn’t even know why they ended up breaking into this place.

“No need. Wounds like that are nothing for people like us.” Troy rose to his feet and strode into his house through a wooden door that was painted with black paint in a rushly way. Not long after, he came back with a pretty large medicine box.

“Thanks,” Calvin said as soon as the clear white box was thrown onto the table in front of him.

“Let me treat your wound.” Emma immediately pulled the medicine box. She opened it and was quite surprised to see the contents of the box. It seemed that the owner used the medicine box a lot. Maybe there were frequent minor accidents when repairing motorbikes?

“So, who did this?” Troy stared at Calvin intensely.

“Mighty Hell. They trapped me by giving fake news on radio broadcasts. Don’t worry, this has nothing to do with the good name of our university.” Calvin said.

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