Guards For The Princess
Chapter 67: No Jera (2)
Roland Pratama was happy, he finally got Executive Kim to help him. The man is famous for how powerful he is, and everyone knows about the moment he destroyed a boxing champion who decided to destroy a nightclub due to drunken urges. Roland Pratama could not help but admire him.
As a result, Roland Pratama had the absolute most confidence that there was nothing Ardian Prasetya could do before Executive Kim. He swore he would never stop until he made Ardian Prasetya kneel down and called him Young Master.
However, Ardian Prasetya was not seen either. Was the boy so frightened that he decided not to come to school after the day before beating him on the roof? In this case calling Executive Kim becomes pointless. With a wave of his hand, Roland Pratama left the classroom with Seok Ma and Kevin Dura following behind him, there was no reason for him to stay in the classroom with the two injured bodyguards without Ardian Prasetya.
"Young Master, do you think Ardian Prasetya was afraid of touching us yesterday?" Kevin Dura analyzes. "There's a possibility of that." Roland Pratama said with a frown, he now knew that this kind of situation was what he feared the most.
"Seriously? She can't run forever, unless she plans to never enter this school again. Wait, didn't he just move yesterday?!" Seok Ma himself felt very helpless. Is Ardian Prasetya really going to quit school in just one day?
"Damn, this is bad. Executive Kim is quite busy, he still needs to manage my father's business! I'm screwed if my dad finds out about me pulling him out, let alone just for a school fight, he must have done something to me!" furious at Roland Pratama, he began to worry about the development of this matter.
"It's still not certain Young Master, he could have assigned Executive Kim as your bodyguard when he learned of the problems that occurred at school. With that, you will be a greater person than Brother Marsel, he only has one gangster brother, whereas you have his chairman!" Seok Ma commented.
"It's reasonable! My dad wants me to go to a good college, he won't stay quiet." Roland Pratama is getting a little bit of his spirit back. "It would be very annoying if Ardian Prasetya decided to skip all day, this opportunity would not come easily a second time!"
"Young Master, Lee Rion is here, should we let Executive Kim mess it up instead?" Seok Ma suggested, he was still upset about being pushed by Lee Rion yesterday.
"Are you an idiot? We don't need someone like Executive Kim to deal with Lee Rion! Just the three of us is more than enough to beat him to death!" said Kevin Dira while rolling his eyes towards Seok Ma. "Can't you think of a better idea?d
"What's? Heh, why don't you think of an idea then?" Seok Ma replied in annoyance.
"Stop and keep your mouth shut before I rip!" roland Pratama snapped, he became extremely impatient. He looked for a seat, and took out a cigarette. Seok Ma was very loyal, he did not waste time lighting Roland Pratama's cigarette, he put on an awkward smile while doing so.
"Didn't Brother Marsel play basketball with his friends? Young Master, maybe we can join them for a moment?" Kevin Dura suggested, he pointed towards the students who were playing basketball on the court.
"Eh? Isn't that... Young Master, look!" Seok Ma suddenly started shouting. "Basic crazy, what are you shouting for?" Roland Pratama leaped in shock, deeply upset as he glared at Seok Ma.
"It's not so Young Master, it's... Young Master Ardian Pratama!" Seok Ma stuttered at that moment. "What are you talking about Young Master Ardian Pratama? Goddamn it, I'd rather die than change my name to Ardian!" Roland Pratama cursed while frowning at Seok Ma, he was very dissatisfied and thought of replacing this bodyguard that was completely useless lately.
"Young Master, I think he told you that Ardian Prasetya is here." Kevin Dura explained as he pointed towards the basketball court.
"What's? Ardian Prasetya?! Over Here? Where's where?!" Roland Pratama raised his head, hurriedly looking at where Kevin Dura's finger was pointed at and looking for Ardian Prasetya's damn face. It was indeed Ardian Prasetya and he walked peacefully from the direction of the school gate.
"Fuck up! This dammit is quite relaxed apparently, did he underestimate our Young Master!?" Seok Ma spit, very unhappy with the innocent face of Ardian Prasetya dongo, the bastard almost made him concussion yesterday, and there was still a big lump on his head. "Young Master, should we go?" Kevin Dura asked involuntarily.
"Go? Wh-wh-what for? You think you can take him suddenly right now!?" Roland Pratama glared at Kevin Dura, he was still very upset. You think you're a tough guy. Didn't you just get defeated yesterday?
Kevin Dura blinked in consciousness, they would only ask Ardian Prasetya to mess with them again. He decided to settle down with a sharp gaze, and did not approach her. The three were looking at Ardian Prasetya when he stopped when Brother Marsel had ordered him to take the ball for him, everything looked interesting. "Good, Ardian Prasetya will be fucked!" Kevin Dura spat with delight.
Brother Marsel is a merciless man and he is supported by a gangster brother. Ardian Prasetya would not have come out unscathed if he had clashed with someone of the rank of Brother Marsel. Roland Pratama did not even need to do anything at this moment.
"Knowing the nature of Ardian Prasetya, there was no way he would just listen to Brother Marsel's orders to her." Seok Ma commented happily. "Brother Marsel is also a great fighter, now the show is getting better!"
Roland Pratama was as interested as his minions. It would be nice for Ardian Prasetya to get beat up before Executive Kim comes with his men.
"Eh? Waitwhat? When did Ardian Prasetya become so submissive?" Kevin Dura's jaw dropped as he stared at the weak-willed man. How could this man be the previous Ardian Prasetya. Kevin Dura doesn't believe he easily accepts Brother Marsel's threat. Seeing this awkwardness, he would not be surprised if it turned out that Ardian Prasetya had a twin brother.
"This fucking Aldian Prasetya!" Roland Pratama cursed, his fists clenched tightly. "So, even he knew to weigh the strength of his opponent, yes, obediently like a dog when Brother Marsel! So, I, Roland Pratama, am not scary enough for you!? Shit, shit! You'll pay for it, I'll never let you off the hook!"
