Guards For The Princess

Chapter 1: For Two Thousand Dollars

The black clouds devoured the moonlight and the sky became completely dark. A perfect time for the night creatures to spread havoc for the innocent and a good time for the innocent to die.

With sweaty palms, a man spurred on his iron horse fiercely. Penetrating rain walls and various obstacles. He turned continuously, hid his tracks, and ran to survive. He was naive and innocent, in other words, he was just a young boy.

A gang is approaching in the back. They emerged from the darkest corners in the parking lots of empty buildings. Their hands were full of sharp weapons. The men were instructed to show the young man what death is through real experience.

Road fighting is inevitable. Motor with motor hit each other, knife thrust and machete released. However, the young man was not an indiscriminate person, despite being exhausted, he could handle it without getting hurt. He was educated to fight, and since the war was over, after this he was no longer needed.

In the blink of an eye, corpses splattered on the street. The blood draws the attention of starving animals. They spurred on his iron horse again, still trying to stop the young man from trying to cross the long bridge connecting the Southern Province and the Eastern Province.

When they reached the middle, the sound of explosions could be heard from behind. In order to finish off a young man, the men had to work hard to destroy an important bridge, even killing their own comrades.

Several more explosions were heard and the bikers fell into the raging river. Some tried their hardest to hold on, but because they could not take off their helmets, they eventually died of drowning.

Far downstream of the river, a man ascended to the mainland, he was Ardian, the young man who had previously been chased. He was soaking wet and the cold air made him shiver. As he got his strength back a little, he started running, going deeper, faster, alley by alley, and finally fell weakly on the corner of the road.

A car stopped beside him. He thought that this was the end. An old man in formal uniform came out and hurriedly dragged Ardian into the car. Ardian knew the old man clearly, so his heart became calm and could faint in peace.

The next morning, Ardian awoke with a sore leg, numb arms, and a burning fever. Her clothes have been changed into sleepwear. The wounds on his body had already been treated and he managed to survive again this time.

Ardian freely let his eyes wander around the room. That place is really feminine. Pink wall curtains, mattresses and pillows are covered in the same color. Everything seems artistic and suitable, making anyone who enters it feel comfortable.

Sunlight rising from the window. As Ardian's eyes had adjusted to the light, he knew that the owner of this room must have been a billionaire, because all the things displayed in this room were very expensive. Ardian sighed. A little relief was etched in his heart. "This "crazy and weird taste. Who else if not the Old Grandpa."

Ardian tried to pull himself up, but the gravity was still too heavy for him. Ardian tried to move his hands and feet, but to no avail, he was too tired to do anything. Ardian sighed again. He wanted to talk but his throat was too dry. So, he could only give up for now.

"Don't move yet." Prasetya's grandfather walked up to Ardian and helped him sit down to then lean on the head of the bed. He immediately gave Ardian a glass of warm water to calm his granddaughter's mind and ease her fatigue a little.

"Thank you." Ardian nodded in response. Grandpa Prasetya smirked. His eyes were cunning and his nose was rising. He said, "Well done, you completed the mission well this time. The client was very happy, especially about the bridge break. So, he paid extra for your contribution in the Northern Province." Prasetya's grandfather took out two pieces of crumpled paper wrapped in cloth and gave them to Ardian. The young man stared at the sheet closely.

When Ardian Prasetya saw two thousand dollar bills in his grandfather's hands, he had so many questions he wanted to ask. The missions he took were always very risky, his enemies were very strong, and he always came home dying. The mission he works on is always perfect, even he makes sure clients benefit a lot from his actions. However, why in the end the payment is only worth hundreds and thousands of dollars?

Ardian had no idea how the old geezer had managed to obtain all those missions for him. However, his contribution to the mission was almost entirely. He was the one who worked hard to the point of dying, but almost all of the money made flowed into his grandfather's wallet. What kind of justice is this?

The worst part was that, when he tried to demand justice, his grandfather would beat him with a verbal attack and say that his contribution money had been cut in the cost of weapons, motorcycles and medical treatment. The conclusion is, it is wrong for him to always come home in a dying condition, wrong for him to always eliminate weapons, wrong for him to damage his vehicle. Every time she recalled those moments, she felt an urge to cry.

When Ardian received the two thousand dollars he earned by risking his life, he felt like cursing that the old man should die soon and all his property bequeathed to him. "Two thousand dollars?"

However, Grandpa Prasetya was the one who raised him, gave him a name, and trained him for fifteen years. He taught her the art of martial arts and how to survive. Rebelling against him feels so insolent. So, he harbored all his curses and fury in his heart.

"Two thousand dollars you say? You should be happy that you received some money. Do you think money can be earned easily?" Prasetya's grandfather pulled his cloth wallet back then rolled his eyes and said in an annoyed tone. "If you don't want it, give it to me! Do you know since I raised you, I've never eaten fancy food!?"

Ardian didn't know what to say. He felt like hitting the fat old man before him, but he knew that it would only be a one-sided blow from the old man. He was very helpless now and even though he was in top shape, he was unsure of being able to defeat his grandfather.