Chapter 25: Chapter 25
The next day, Saturday. The school was over.
Jaxon and his gang were standing in the hallway watching me.
After a while, Brandon looked at Jaxon and walked into our class.
"That asshole is waiting for us outside, what then?"
"Brandon, I'm going to approach that senior today. And, watch me carefully and then run away if I run away. Understood?"
Brandon nodded his head as his face looked like he was ready to die.
I led Brandon out of the classroom and told Jaxon to take the lead.
At the school gate, many students were leaving the school.
We exited the school gate and approached the seniors' place.
Jaxon's gang greeted politely and lagged behind the seniors.
Brandon also awkwardly bowed his head and greeted.
"Are you that asshole Daniel who made us wait yesterday?"
Among the seniors, one of the tall seniors standing in front of me asked with a fierce face.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at the man without answering.
"Oh, look at this bastard's eyes. If a senior asks a question, you have to answer it. Little bastard."
The man waved his palms as he spoke.
However, I had no intention of accepting that.
After all, these idiots will be caught by the police and settled in the next month or two.
But I had no intention of taking them lightly.
I stopped the flying hand and grabbed his wrist instead.
The man looked at me with an absurd face.
"What, do you dare to catch my hand, you bastard? That's ridiculous. You die today."
The man tried to release my hand with force, but he couldn't break away from me.
I smiled, then took a step forward while holding his wrist, grabbed the man by the collar, and knocked him backward with the outer leg hook.
The remaining seniors could only be dumbfounded at my actions had them rolling on the floor from the impact they received as I slammed the tall man into them.
"Brandon, now. Hurry up and run."
Brandon and I ran towards the main street.
"Hey, catch that bastard."
The man's shout came from behind.
"Move."
The streets were full of students going home.
As I shouted and ran quickly past them, the street split like the sea split by Moses.
And then everyone looked at us as we ran, wondering what was going on.
"Bastard, if you get caught today, you will die."
I heard shouts from behind as they chased me.
I exited on the main road and turned right and ran towards the four-lane road where the buses usually went.
Maybe because it was Saturday, there were street vendors on the sidewalk and too many people.
As I ran here and there while dodging carts and people, I felt like I was about to be arrested.
I immediately jumped onto the road and started running beside the car.
Brandon also jumped into the street when he saw me, and they also ran into the street and chased after me.
After a while, Brandon was out of breath, could no longer run, and tried to sit down.
"Hey, damn it, get up. How are your physique and stamina so weak, just running for a while you're already exhausted?"
I told Brandon that his physical strength was weak, but to be honest, the distance we had traveled was so long that we had passed four different bus stops before.
It would make sense that Brandon would be exhausted after running that far.
The seniors were also running after the two of us, but it was as if their stamina was different, the lanky seniors leading at the front, and the rest running in a long line.
I picked Brandon up, supported him, and tried to run again.
"Just watch out you bastard, if you get caught, you're dead."
A skinny guy had already appeared behind us.
He was a man with better stamina than I thought.
I put Brandon back on the floor, and as I ran forward, I turned around and kicked the skinny guy in the face with my foot.
It was like a scene from a martial arts movie.
Calculating the distance from someone running fast, using the momentum from running, turning the body, and kicking the face accurately are not actions that even a person who exercises a lot can do.
I knew that my stamina improved a lot after the regression, but this was the first time I knew that my senses were heightened like they are now.
Come to think of it, I was praised by my teacher for the first time in an art class recently.
I used to be very bad at drawing.
If I had to draw a human face, I would draw the contours of the face and try to draw it in my way, even calculating the proportions.
After barely outlining the face, I had to draw the eyes, nose, and mouth in it, but how did I calculate and draw the proportions?
For me, the painting was like a mountain that was difficult to climb.
However, in my recent art class, a picture that was difficult to draw became very easy to draw.
At the time, I didn't think much of it, saying that painting was easy, but looking at the things I do now, it's clear that my senses, like my physical strength, have improved significantly.
The skinny guy who got hit right turned 90 degrees from the direction he was running and flew over the sidewalk block.
The other senior who ran right after me rushed at me and punched me, but I let go of the bag on my back and grabbed the strap of the bag, and swung hard.
Of course, the reach increased with the increase in the length of the bag and strap, so I was able to hit the senior in the face first.
It was a good thing that the books inside were only a few because it was Saturday, but if the books and notes had been many like on a normal day, the twisting force of the bag would have broken my neck.
The slender one was hit so well that he fell there and fainted.
After incapacitating the two in an instant, the people on the sidewalk waiting to board the bus clapped and shouted appreciation.
The other idiots who were chasing us only pretended to run slowly when they saw the two people in front of them lying down.
"Brandon, can you run now?"
Brandon nodded and got up again to start running.
We laughed and started running ignoring the idiots who were standing around watching the seniors I had taken down so easily.
I went straight to Lily's school.
I stood proudly in front of the school gate, looking at the girls passing by.
When a rather large man stood in the center of the school gate, all the girls glanced at me and passed by.
After a while, his sister came out with her head bowed.
"Hey, Lily."
When I called out to my little sister, Lily looked at me in surprise.
All the female students around me looked at me with strange eyes.
Lily was ashamed of herself, so she came and took my shirt and urged me to leave.
"Hey, where are those bitches?"
Lily glanced at the building for a moment.
Following Lily, I looked toward the building, and I saw that there were five bitches who looked like prostitutes walking toward me.
Looking at her, it seemed like she was following Lily.
It should be those who harassed Lily yesterday.
"Hey, Lily, did those girls bully you before?"
"Eh? Uh... Ah... No."
Looking at the way she responded, it was clear that she had suffered a moment ago.
As I stood there glaring at the prostitutes, they immediately came over and tried to get past me.
"Hey, is Lily your girlfriend? Come on, is there nothing better?"
How dare those whores laugh at my little sister Lily, they must be dying to die.
"Shut your mouth bitches!"
My voice was so loud and cold that the girls passing by started looking around.
The five whores glared at me and chewed gum with grim faces, probably confused.
When I approached the prostitutes and looked at them with stern faces, only then did they show their embarrassed faces.
It was because I looked like a typical thug with short hair, and a muscular body.
"Did you hit my sister, Lily?"
The prostitutes couldn't answer me and turned their eyes away from me.
"All of you, follow me. Hey, Lily, take the lead. To the alley place that these whores used yesterday."
The whores who were so arrogant before were now frightened and rolled their eyes to see if they could escape.
"Bitch. Want to run away? Just run, I'll chase and kill you to the end."
That's how I went into the alley, leading the prostitutes who were terrified by my threat.
The female students who had previously heard our feud followed us behind to see what was happening.
After entering the alley, I made them all stand before me.
"You fucking whores are the ones who dare to touch my little sister? Stand up straight and grit your teeth."
After saying that, I started slapping one of them.
The slap was so hard that with each slap, the slut fell.
"Stand up straight. Otherwise, you will be beaten to death."
The prostitute stood up slowly and looked at me with piercing eyes.
Poisonous air overflowed in her eyes, probably because I didn't slap her hard enough.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"I'm a senior. So don't talk nonsense, before I pull out all your teeth."
I slapped them one by one again until one of them opened his mouth and had a strong expression.
"Hey, you, there's something I want to tell you. Do you know my brother Brad?"
Hearing what the prostitute said, I felt that this situation was very absurd because the prostitute glared at me while mentioning the name of a strange man suddenly with pride and arrogance.
Perhaps that man was the support these prostitutes had that made them dare to be proud and arrogant again.
"I don't know. Asshole."
And then I slapped them again.
Then the bitch next to me also asked the same question.
"Do you know my brother Tyler?"
"Bitch. I don't know who that is."
And again, I slapped them.
But from earlier, I heard the sound of applause.
When I turned around, I saw the female students at the entrance of the alley, clapping and that told me all I needed to know about these bitches, they must have been doing bad things at school, to make the female students who were watching very happy.
"Ah, you bitches, get up and straighten yourselves, you seem to be brave enough to die for touching my little sister."
By the way, the first bitch I slapped is still glaring at me with those stupid eyes.
"Huh, then brother, do you know my brother Daniel from Seoul High School?"
Suddenly, my name came out of this bitch's mouth.
"Daniel? I know. Why would you?"
"Heh, I'm Daniel's brother's girlfriend. I'll tell Brother Daniel and he definitely won't retaliate for what you did to me."
I felt embarrassed and very funny at the words of this shameless slut.
"Is it true that your boyfriend Daniel is good at fighting?"
I asked while holding back the smile that was about to explode on my face.
"Haven't you ever heard the rumors? My boyfriend broke the ribs of a senior at his school with just one punch. Now you're in trouble. I'll tell Brother Daniel and he'll kill you."
The bitch arrogantly spoke threateningly to me using my name. "Okay? Then I'll beat you slut to death today, and let myself be beaten by this your boyfriend Daniel later."
I rushed over to her again and slapped both cheeks of the naughty bitch.
"Agh. Aw. Stop. I'll tell Brother Daniel everything if you don't stop."
I respected this bitch's ignorance for fighting to the end using my name to threaten me, ignoring the stupid threats issued by this street woman's mouth, I slapped her one last time and shouted at her.
"Crazy bitch, I'm Daniel!"
In the end, the crazy bitch knelt and begged me to stop slapping her.
A few days later, she asked Lily how her school life was.
"Lily, are those bitches bothering you again?"
"NO. Since that day, when they see me, they pretend not to see me. I'm still quite astonished to this day at the audacity of using big brother's name to threaten you. Ha Ha."
"Wow, you should be proud to know that that bitch used your older brother's name to threaten me."
Thanks to what I did earlier, Lily mentioned that her school life had become easier. And unbeknownst to me, I, her cool brother entered into Lily's heart as a man from that day on.
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