37 - Boxer Short

He was the first to leave, running down the hall with the cup in his hand and sipping from it. Magnar's smile was wide when he greeted him earlier, and he was cool in his presence because it was all his fault.

"I'll murder you, man," he said after a little pause to drink some coffee. "Fuck this coffee is so fucking delicious! I had this strong desire to strip my friend and lash him to the wood." He roared.

"Hey, man!" exclaimed Tiverius.

"Coffee?" He offered Tiverius, but he declined and showed him the dark chocolate he was drinking.

"Here's a hint if you're seeking for Magnar. That jerk is laughing his ass off with Maccabbi.”

He was stunned by what he had heard and wanted to choke his friend right then and there. He hurriedly finished his coffee and dashed over to Magnar's cradle. He'll paralyze his friend.

When Magnar saw him, his boxing gloves flung stones at him. "Put on those gloves if you want to beat the heck out of me. We're going to kill here." He grinned as he said, and boxing gloves in hand. He was no longer wearing a top, and a towel was draped over her shoulder. "Fight me!"

"Win-win!" exclaimed Maccabbi, who was holding a whiteboard and markers. Magnar and him drew on the whiteboard. The stick with a head and gloves on its hand is drawing on the board. Magnar and him have names, too.

"You fuck!" he yelled, ripping off his top and following the pants. Only the boxer short was left with the striped cookies in the middle was mocked by his two raucous comrades.

"Damn, cookies? Are you addicted to cookies up until the boxer?" Maccabbi exclaimed.

He was tired of his friend and said, "Shut up!"

"Gallagher on his little cookie-cookies," they both laughed.

"Let's see who cries like a baby after this."

The two exchanged a smirk and nodded. Maccabbi approached him and tied the gloves around his hand. After tying the gloves, it took the lids of the two rice cookers and formed symbals with them in the sand.

"Round one, fight!"

"Dude, that hurt! The pain in my neck," Magnar lamented as he punch his neck.

"Relax, it's nothing compared to the bullshit you did—" When Magnar hit him in the face, he couldn't finish what he was saying.

"Ouch!" Maccabbi laughed.

"You're fucked!" You just asked me home for your donut, you scumbag!" He smirked at his pal and gave him punched again.

“Ouch! That's a shambles. Magnar, fight back!" Maccabi exclaims, laughing, as he writes down the punching score on the board.

His friend went insane while only giggling. "Fuck Gal, I just missed you," he said, and it hit him in the stomach with a punch.

“Ouch! That's freaking painful, buddy!" Maccabbi yelled once again.

"Fight back, Gal!" Magnar urged, grinning.

He grinned and punched him in the face quickly. He will crush it!

“Ouch! Come on, man! Fight back!" Tiverius yelled angrily at Magnar.

Tiverius, who was still carrying his dark chocolate coffee, caught his gaze. There are already two people watching them, and if he murder Magnar permanently, he will simply bury him with sand.

He's fighting with Magnar on the beach like children, it was still early in the morning, and they were fighting like fools about who was the strongest and bravest. Their comrades was betting and making money with them fighting. They bet five pesos for each punch they receive.

“Fuck! Gallagher is hit three times. Tiverius, fifteen pesos. You give it to me immediately away.”

"I owe you first, bro. It's saved in my piggy bank.”

"If you don't pay me immediately away, I'll transform your body into a piggy bank."

"Curse you," Tiverius exclaimed as he drew out fifteen coins and handed them to Maccabbi, a smirk on his face as he rejoiced at their deaths.

"I would have been thrilled to introduce you, Gal, if you had given me a donut!" His friend even criticized him for being a crazed donut junkie.

"Did you know I work? You have so much money, yet you can't buy anything? Oh, I'm used to giving you. You save an inordinate amount of money!”

"However, doughnuts bought with other people's money are not the same."

He couldn't help but laugh as he was caught aback by what his friend stated. So maybe the four of them are pals because they move their brains in the same way.

"Who is the victor?"

They simultaneously turned in the same direction. They noticed Yx looking at them.

"I think I am," he said, grinning and raising his hand.

"Hello! It's me!" Magnar, who promptly gave him with a hard punch.

"You cheap bastard!" he responded angrily to Magnar. He was going to react when Yx intervened.

"It's too early to kill a friend," Yx said, "but now that you're here, Gal, follow me to the office." I'll offer you some dark cookies if you're interested.”

He smiled as he heard what Yx said. He left his friend and dashed after Yx, which he was only wearing boxer shorts.

"Hello, Yx! So, what about me? Do you have something dark donuts?"

Macabbi and Tiverius, on the other hand, laughed at Magnar's remarks as if he were a child who had been left out of the birthday celebration.

"Something black eye, Magnar," Maccabbi says with a grin.

"Stop talking! I'm not going to lend you my books any longer. ”

“Fuck! Magnar, who fought you? Is this the same Tiverius?" Maccabi, on the other hand, confronted and ready to attack his friend Tiverius. "What made you argue with my friend? He let me lend Vraiellajj's books, you bitch! Magnar, get well soon.”

"That's correct, you should be like that to me," Magnar said as he laughed and feel his pain from Gallagher's punch.

"Vraiellajj, who is that?" Tiverius inquired innocently, not understanding what Maccabi was saying.

"Dominant Series Author. Do not ask!"

"You're fucking strange, asshole. Remember, you still owe me five pesos." Then Tiverius turned away, still holding the mug. "When you enter your room, give me five pesos."

"Wait, what?! You owe five more, ah. ”

"However, I was the first to charge you."

Magnar only laughed as the two fighting over five pesos. After wiping the blood from his lips, he also turned around. Gallagher had finally vanquished it, and Magnar had accepted it.



YX handed her a brown envelope and said, "I need you to look this man in Japan." He sat on the edge of his table, staring at him closely.

"Didn't I say I was on leave?" He asked not bothering to check at who the person he was looking for.

"Yes, you are," it said with a nod and Gallagher understood what Yx's nodded meant. "However, you come went here."

He was suddenly depreciated. This is what he expects Yx to throw at him. When they are bickering with pals, Yx will use the line he always tosses at Magnar.

"One thing to keep in mind when you find that person. Please contact me right away. ”

"Is there anything else I can do? Of course, I will."

Yx laughed at his response. It sat in its high-tech recliner, staring out into space.

He sighed and took a seat on the couch. It was Odessa who was on Yx's mind, he knew. The woman throbbed in his icy heart, yet their love was frayed. She was already doing something to the man if she could only do something to him. But he knows Yx will be Okay, everyone here has a formula and a solution for everything.

"I have to leave. In Hokkaido, there is still work for me. ”

"Every now and again, stop pretending."

"It's part of our work," he said, shrugging. He intends to open the envelope once he boards the plane. He just returned to the Philippines to face Magnar. That cretin!

"I'm aware of what you're doing in Hokkaido."

"You're a jerk, Yx!"

Yx simply shrugged and turned to face the table with the hologram screen. "However, I have faith in you. You are the most accountable of the four of you. For the time being, I'll leave it to you. But the next time, I'm not going to allow you. This is merely a heads-up.”

He nodded immediately and bid goodbye to Dark X's boss, vowing to sleep on the flight. He took his clothes in the sand. His three companions even waved as he boarded his own chopper, while Magnar received a crisp dirty sign from him.

He also told Mr. Yakoto that he would return today and arrange peasant clothing for him when he arrived at the airport. He didn't want his coworkers at the Farm to suspect him because of what he was wearing.

He examined the envelope he was holding. Great! He is on leave while Yx assigns him to a task. He opened it and began reading.

Fidel Ramos is the alias of Joseph Sacario.

176 cm in height

Weight: 166 lbs.

32 years old

Dark brown eyes

Black hair

Gallagher was taken aback when he read the first page that Yx had sent him. Easy! He and Fidel shared in the same room. It was almost as if Yx had given him a piece of candy in exchange for what he was doing. He can finished it in less than a minute.

He shrugged and put down the three pages of paper. He put them back in the envelope and closed his eyes. This year, he seemed to want to be a farmer. He shook and laughed.