Guards For The Princess

Chapter 69: No Jera (4)

"Of course, one of the four students to avoid in our school, Marsel Hernandez. I'm with his brother is a gangster!" said Lee Rion. "There was a time when he was at odds with another School boss and he even involved his brother in all of this! His arms were large and thick, with huge tattoos covering his body, his brother was extremely frightening! His followers even had iron pipes and machetes, so his opponent could only kneel on the ground to beg for mercy even before the fight started!"

Ardian Prasetya just frowned at hearing his story, these students were out of control, far from his expectations. This reminded him of what happened on the roof, maybe he wasn't cruel enough with Roland Pratama yesterday. So, he could have bothered her again.

"Let's go, it's a sports break." Lee Rion stood up after the class emptied himself. They sat at the very back of the class, and had to wait until almost everyone was out before they could leave.

"Sport break? What it? What do we actually do during a sports break?" Ardian Prasetya asked, he had never heard of it and he also did not participate yesterday due to having to deal with Roland Pratama.

"Eh? You didn't leave yesterday? Oh, yeah, I don't think I saw you." Lee Rion thought about the question for a while before speaking again. "Sports breaks are basically like organized gymnastics, with the sports guru in front leading everyone. However, you are also free to do it or not, after all this is a break. Em... is that possible? After I think about it again, I also don't understand, sorry."

Lee Rion brought Ardian Prasetya to the fifth-grade area of the field. He's a tall man. So, he stood behind the line. Ardian Prasetya himself was also quite tall, he deserved enough to stand right next to Lee Rion.

Roland Pratama's eyes sparkled as he finally saw Executive Kim at the school gate. A large man with a large head of plontos came out of the white van, and two similar followers came out afterwards. "Young Primary Master!" He greets.

Roland Pratama nodded in response before turning to his own followers. “Come, Executive Kim is here!”

"Executive Kim!" Seok Ma and Kevin Dura greeted in unison.

"Yes, you guys too. So, where is this person you're talking about? I'll get rid of it quickly. I still have to go back before the boss finds out about this."

The boss here, of course, was referring to Roland Pratama's father. Executive Kim understood that the boss did not accept Roland Pratama well if he knew about such a matter, and had to take a long way to avoid being caught.

"There, now it's a sports break!" Roland Pratama replied with excitement.

Executive Kim nodded briefly, with a cigarette in hand as he walked to school. A guard stopped him. "Hey, what are you doing here? This is school, you can't enter as you like!"

Executive Kim looked back at the guard uninterestedly. With a sharp look, he blew a ring of smoke onto his face. "Buddy, stay where you are if you want to live."

One look at the gangster's face and the guard understood that jni was not someone that an old man like him could cross. He retreated and pretended not to see the group, after all there was a teacher with the students during the training break.

The entire school was currently on the field for a practice break when six hostile figures walked over. Roland Pratama, Seok Ma, and Kevin Dura were three of those six people, although not as intimidating as the three gangsters behind them.

Executive Kim really paid no heed to the stares as he marched onto the field. "Where?" Executive Kim asked.

"Hey, Ardian, it's Roland Pratama! He really brought a back!" The target of the group was clear, the six of them were clearly looking for Ardian Prasetya.

Ardian Prasetya had already noticed the six, they were on the field, after all, everyone could see them for being too flashy.

It didn't take long before the six reached the fifth grade area, and Roland Pratama immediately saw Ardian Prasetya behind. He pointed at her as he looked. "That's it, the man in the back most uniform."

Executive Kim simply nodded, walking over to Ardian Prasetya with quick steps. It's true, that kid is just like any other normal student out there. Tall and stupid looking, not at all looking like a fighter. Executive Kim sighed, thinking was this kind of thing really worth dealing with personally?

The boy was rather handsome, but that was it, his innocent and expressionless face covered him. Kim's executive was unable to identify more traits in the man. He's not a fighter, just a poor student.

However, Young Master had made his request, and Executive Kim decided to end things quickly, after all he should return as soon as possible.

"You're Ardian Prasetya?" Executive Kim asked as he looked at Ardian Prasetya, exhaling cigarette smoke into his face afterwards. "Right, it's me." Ardian Prasetya answered flatly. "Do you know why I came for you?" Executive Kim does not like the attitude of Ardian Prasetya.

"Sorry, I don't like to play guessing." Ardian Prasetya by being a slightly impatient person. "Then, can you leave in front of me? We're trying to do gymnastics here. I can't follow the people in front of me if you and your swollen body cover the view."

Ardian Prasetya's rude attitude shocked Executive Kim. Enraged, he extended his hand towards Ardian Prasetya's throat. Ardian Prasetya's left hand also moved in response, gripping Executive Kim's right arm. His right hand then pressed on Executive Kim's cheek and opened his jaw. With one finger flicking a cigarette down his throat.

"Ughhh!" Executive Kim exclaimed as the cigarette hit his tongue, blistering with burns. Ardian Prasetya's left hand then pushed stunned Executive Kim aside.

Executive Kim opened his mouth wide as he fanned his throat, panting like a dog under the scorching summer sun.

***

Marsel's brother had long been lying in a school hospital bed, finally waking up after much time had passed. Band aid was placed on his nose, and he was helped down from the bed, his head still buzzing from the impact.

"Damn, what class is that guy from?" Marsel spit, his voice full of hatred. "Find her. I will repay him so badly that his own mother will not recognize him again!"

"We don't know either..." Brother Marsel's minions didn't know anything either, there were too many normal-looking students in full uniform, and they never attracted any attention, nor did they make any impression. Their presence was not even considered, how could knowing the name of one of them?