Jakarta, fifteen years ago…

“Is it possible for you to get the hell off my back?” Andy roared, his eyes bulging with rage towards his youngest brother, the only one most succeeded in building a normal life among them.

 Ray folded his arms over his hard chest, and his expression was no less frightening than his brother’s. “Look who’s talking. You’re the one who should stop trying to ruin my life. I don’t give a damn anymore whether you want to straighten your life. I’m sick of having to think how fucked up my life would be if someone knew that I actually shared the same last name with you, yeah you, the guy who should’ve been the one I looked up to, but instead you become some big shot underworld with all the crap you do every godda...

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