Fighter Systems

Ch. 15: West Taran High School

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Taran Barat High School.

The seven rogues that were beaten by Budi until battered, will receive consequences. They all lined up straight with their heads bowed. The entire person who was there compactly squinted their eyes towards them.

"Ah, senior is here!" shouted one of the male disciples as he looked at the silhouette of someone's shadow from the right.

Everyone stood up straight and was silent for a moment. It is like paying respect indirectly.

A man with brown hair seemed to be walking leisurely among the crowd of students. He focused his eyes straight ahead. Highlight the sharp eyes of an eagle makes the seven people who are stared at do not dare to lift their heads.

The guy with the terrifying aura stopped his steps. While gripping the shoulder of one of the battered children, he whispered a few sentences, "Hey, what is it? The son of Taran Barat lost to the son of Taran Timur? What are you guys doing again? Very embarrassed ...."

"Ma-sorry, Senior. I-I actually hit him, but he can resist. Ja-so–"

Plaque!

Before the person who was pinned the sentence gave an explanation, the man had already slapped a hard slap on his cheek. Making the battered hoodlum lying helplessly on the asphalt.

"Stupid. You want to hit, you want to kick, if you lose, you lose, Bangs*t!" He turned to stare at the remaining six rogues. "You still want the characteristics of the people who taught you?" ask her in a cold voice.

"A-ah! Sa-I remember very well, Senior," said one of them.

The conscious person called Senior also raised his chin. Allowing the battered hoodlum to explain the mastermind characteristics of this teaching.

Is that Bangs*t Reza who hit? The boy, will surely be finished later, dumelnya with a furious feeling.

"The kid who beat us up has a geeky-looking appearance!" obviously, it makes everyone wonder.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the Senior changed his expression. "You lose to a geeky kid? Cihh .. Damn, laughing is hard. West Taran High School is known for its hustle and bustle. Why did you lose that?!"

"Ma-sorry, Senior. But, the boy seemed to be just hiding his identity," he said, "he fought with many techniques. I forgot the name of the technique, but he had time to say 'Jab' repeatedly."

"Yes, that information you said, take it as payment. You survived this time ...."

"really? Thank you, Sen–uoghhh!" Not yet had time to finish his sentence, the man actually ended his suffering with a frontal punch.

Two men lay on the asphalt. Everyone who witnessed it head-on would definitely shudder in horror. Blood flowed profusely from the flushed part of the nose.

"Sad. I was shy, but I wanted to survive. Dream there!" He stared blankly at the two people who were his victims today. The guy with the senior title turned to stare at a fat man beside him. "Oi, Gerry! You take care of the rest, can't you?" continues asking.

The fat man by the name of Gerry immediately nodded. "Can, Senior! Leave it to me!"

After getting a confession, the cruel man immediately turned around and walked slowly away from the location where he was standing. Shortly after, however, he stopped again.

"Oh, yes, Gerry. You remember our school's principle, right?" He asked again, glancing a little backwards. "If anyone dares to harass us, you better just finish it off!"

"Good-Good, Senior!"

The senior stepped back. As he spread his eyes, he muttered, "I want to see what they can do for now."

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