Guards For The Princess

Chapter 66: No Jera

"I've contacted the President, and told him about yesterday's incident" Uncle Ken said as he turned on the car. "So, what did Uncle Angkara say?” Ardian Prasetya asked.

"President Angkara will return as soon as possible, he will deal with this matter after he returns from the Central District." Uncle Ken continued. "Despite that, the President mentioned that he already had a general idea of who was the mastermind of the case."

"Oh?" Ardian Prasetya was a bit surprised, President Angkara was apparently quite great, he managed to find out who the mastermind was in such a short period of time.

Traffic has been reduced, and the road has become much smoother than before. It didn't take long before Uncle Ken got to school, took down Ardian Prasetya and left with a wave of his hand.

Ardian Prasetya pulled the backpack over his shoulder as he stepped through the gate. The field was empty, there were only a few students playing basketball when the lesson hour arrived. Obviously only a few bad boys missed class.

A basketball suddenly flew towards Ardian Prasetya, landing nearby with a bounce.

"Hey, Bro! Throw the ball here!" A long-haired student in a black shirt called out.

Ardian Prasetya was already late to class, and he had no time to chase the basketball.it did not even land on his feet, the ball stopped a bit far away. So, he ignored her.

"Damn it, you little flea boy. Can't you hear me talking to you?!" Brother Marsel is very unhappy, no one dares to fight him, not in this school.

Ardian Prasetya did not know his parents, but he did not accept such humiliation. He turned around slowly and looked at Brother Marsel. He pointed at her, then at himself, as if he was asking, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes you! Are you really deaf? I'll count to three. Throw the ball back then and I'll let you go. I'll ruin your school life if you don't!" Brother Marsel barked without any worry at all, Ardian Prasetya was obviously a poor student from the way he dressed.

Ardian Prasetya said nothing, just walked to where the ball was. He crouched down and took it.

Brother Marsel's minions only cheered in response, sending out waves of excitement that swept over him. This was his school life as the oppressor of others, pushing them under his feet and stepping on them.

"That's what Brother Marsel is. Look at this brat, he didn't even dare to say anything. Just a few words that Brother Marsel had spoken to her, she became obedient!"

"Keke, another unlucky student." Brother Marsel said happily. "No one dared to fight me in this school."

Ardian Prasetya stood up, turning to Brother Marsel with the ball in his hand. Brother Marsel, on the other hand, raised his hand, gesturing for Ardian Prasetya to throw a ball at him.

Of course, Brother Marsel was not yet aware of the danger that was coming, his face still showed a delighted expression as he prepared to receive the ball. The ball hit Brother Marsel's hand, and his minions began to cheer. "Whoah! It's great!"

Brother Marsel also celebrated, proud that he managed to catch the ball from a great distance. He was just about to speak when something felt strange, the ball did not stop even after he caught it.

"Aah!" Shouted Brother Marsel as his wrist slammed violently from the impact, and the basketball darted from his wrist away onto his face.

Brother Marsel could not even shout in shock as blood spurted out of his nostrils and formed a red-colored arch as the sound of explosions rang out from the ball hitting his face. He fell and immediately lost consciousness. So, Brother Marsel's minions look at each other with the same thoughts. The sound of the impact sounded like cannons in their ears.

They then raised their gaze to Ardian Prasetya who innocently walked towards the classroom as if nothing had happened. Ardian Prasetya did not look too much at the victim. He would only let this hooligan go with a light warning this time around, but he would actually put him in a coma if he tried to disturb him again in the future. Fear is the perfect cure of a rotten heart.

"The boy hit Brother Marsel, we can't just let him go!" One of the henchmen spoke after the silence, he managed to wake the others from their shock. They were just about to start walking towards Ardian Prasetya when he turned around impatiently. Ardian Prasetya looked at the group as a whole, his eyes extremely cold. He smiled before continuing to the school building.

The look froze them. The determination to take revenge for Brother Marsel was strong in their hearts, but they were reminded of the power of Ardian Prasetya's kick. Brother Marsel's hand seemed to be broken and his fingers were injured, which was worse, his face was covered in blood.

Everyone is still trying to understand how basketball can cause damage at this rate. They were silent and lowered their heads, no one was stupid enough to face someone who defeated his boss in one fell swoop. They themselves were aware that they were completely incomparable to Brother Marsel, how could they try to fight against someone who was above him? That's his name's suicide!

Defeated before starting, they pick up Brother Marsel and head to the school health room.

Roland Pratama was not present at the class this morning, he was still busy calling Executive Kim, who worked for his father. The man was quite famous in the streets of the Southeast District, he was managing his boss's Glory Night nightclub.

Executive Kim is not too keen on punishing Ardian Prasetya. The child was just a student, and there was no reason for an adult man like himself to go against him personally. That's too much. Sending his henchmen was more than enough.

Executive Kim also treated the entire incident with a hint of contempt. Roland Pratama and his group couldn't even deal with a student, it was a shame, but Executive Kim chose to be quiet about it.

There was no point in giving his boss' son a reason to hate him, it would only cost him money. The arrogant boy will one day inherit his father's business, and he will probably be his boss in the future. Even so, Executive Kim still felt unhappy about having to deal with this trivial matter. He felt it was a little embarrassing.

If not for Roland Pratama's scolding that emphasized how powerful the transfer student was, Executive Kim would not have been willing and would probably have paid someone else for the matter. He could only sigh and agree to bring some of his men to see what this Student was like.