Guards For The Princess

Chapter 68: No Jera (3)

Seok Ma and Kevin Dura were also suffocated by this anger and humiliation, it was an expressionless mockery. Are they really that much weaker than Brother Marsel, in the eyes of Ardian Prasetya? The three gritted their teeth as the basketball smashed Brother Marsel's hands and face, knocking him to the ground with blood splattered everywhere.

"Seriously? Damn, this doesn't make sense!" Exclaimed Seok Ma, his mouth wide open.

"Currently, I know that, there's no way that son of a bitch is so obedient!" Roland Pratama heaved a sigh of relief. Ardian Prasetya's meekness towards Brother Marsel had hit him hard, and Roland Pratama felt very uncomfortable and annoyed by it, but apparently did not, Brother Marsel suffered a defeat worse than what he received on the balcony.

"Brother Marsel was unlucky this time, my gosh. Ardian Prasetya is absolutely crazy! He can't be defeated with just words." Kevin Dura was a little overjoyed when he saw Brother Marsel getting a defeat that was far more humiliating than what Ardian Prasetya did to them yesterday.

"It looks like Executive Kim is the only one who can deal with it. We're not at all at his level." Roland Pratama was unwilling to admit his inferiority to Ardian Prasetya's strength, he was initially convinced that luck was involved, at least to some degree.

However, the scene before them today, however, proved what a mistake he doubted, Ardian Prasetya turned out to be indeed a monster that was at an extreme caliber. The man used a basketball to knock someone down, and from a distance anyway. He's not human.

"I agree, Young Master." Seok Ma nodded in agreement. "We probably shouldn't be messing with her anymore. That son of a bitch is a psychopath."

Ardian Prasetya did not know who he had just defeated, even if he knew it, he would not care about it. Ardian Prasetya reached the classroom and knocked on the door.

"Lake in!" The voice of the homeroom teacher came from behind the door, it was Master Hana's math class.

“Bu Guru Hana, sorry I'm late." Ardian Prasetya said politely as he pushed the door open. He had already had School Head Tang speak to him personally, but he wanted to avoid using his connections to fight him. After all, this teacher was handling it head-on, not Tang Ryuji.

School Head Tang had spoken to her about it before, and Bu Teacher Hana did not see the need to say much, she simply nodded in response. "Okay, sit down."

Tinia Atmaja looked at Ardian Prasetya in surprise. The man looked normal and walked to his seat quickly and the steps of a healthy person. "Elvira, is it possible that he has recovered completely? His leg was hit with a real bullet, right?"

"I don't know." Angkara Elvira curled her lips as she glanced at Ardian Prasetya. "Currently, maybe he's cured because of all the heat yesterday." Angkara Elvira said saltyly, The scene of Chen Sisi 'helping' Ardian Prasetya 'out' yesterday flashed through his mind for some reason.

"Huh, Chen Sisi the female fox. He's a really bad influence!" Tinia Atmaja recalled the incident as well, she became annoyed. She remembered her brother was trying desperately to chase after her, and as a result was getting increasingly upset.

Ardian Prasetya, of course, was unaware that the two Gems were discussing about him. He took out a math textbook and flipped to the page that Master Hana had pointed out.

Semester lessons have ended, and it is semester time where all classes are revision lessons. Ardian Prasetya never went to school, but he got used to high school and even college level under Grandpa Prasetya's nagging. Ardian Prasetya, as a result, found himself following Master Hana's lessons without any difficulty at all.

He was not a genius or anything like that; he only had a better memory than most people. There is also the internet, with all the information and classes she needs. Self-study is not the slightest problem for people living in the mountains.

Ardian Prasetya looked towards Roland Pratama's chair, noticing that the three were absent. He wondered, could it be that he had already beaten them too hard yesterday? Ardian Prasetya returned to his textbook, not paying attention to them anymore. Whatever it is, it's a good thing. He also did not want to see their faces.

He never expected the three of them to plot against him at that very instant.

Class was already halfway through when Ardian Prasetya arrived. It didn't take long before the bell rang. Ms. Master Hana makes sure to give homework to the students before leaving the class.

Lee Rion turned to look at Ardian Prasetya, his tone somewhat complaining. "Hey, Ardian, where did you go? You scared me, I thought you wouldn't come today because of Roland Pratama."

"Eh? Did he and his friends trouble you? Are they not present?" Ardian Prasetya laughed it off. This man should not worry about her, but worry about himself. Lee Rion had no chance against them without Ardian Prasetya, it was natural for him to worry about himself.

"They were here this morning. I saw Kevin Dura's face swollen, with bandages and everything!" said Lee Rion. "However, they left after taking a look, maybe because you're not here?"

"Oh? They come to school?" It was beyond Ardian Prasetya's expectations, but it didn't matter to him if they left after coming, or if they came at all, everything was the same. "Let them do what they want."

"You shouldn't be this calm. They will probably look for someone after realizing how much stronger you are than them!" Lee Rion warned that he was still worried about others.

"Searching someone? Whatchu mean?" Ardian Prasetya asked, not understanding what Lee Rion was trying to say. "I'm talking about them asking for outside help. I mean, the gangsters that roam around here. Roland Pratama is rich, he can make them deal with you because they can't do it alone!" Lee Rion explained. "Ardian, you have to be careful!"

"They even know gangsters?" Ardian Prasetya frowned. Roland Pratama was rich and arrogant, but the boy was an ordinary student. He never considered the possibility of Roland Pratama going any further to make the gangsters obey his orders, after he failed to do so himself. It's too far.