Courage And Self - Esteem
Episode 23
Adrian's hand floated hard, smashing into the face of the middle man trying to give an excuse. As a result of the impact, the man was lying on the hot asphalt while holding the part of his face that slowly turned blue.
“You four! Want to kayak him?!”
The four men who were still standing, unmoved looking at Adrian's face, who was overcome with emotion.
“Sit lo, Dri. ” The man who was lying down got up and ventured to refute at the moment Adrian was riding black. “During this time, I diem and naccording to the same command elo. Elo it's nobody, Dri. Elo it .. inget? Elo the cupu— guy"
At the same time with a thunderous scream, Adrian again swung his fist until he hit the right eye of the man. Back he fluttered on the asphalt, this time with blood that managed to escape from his cells. Adrian's breathing roared, clearly a sign that he was very angry.
“Gue doesn't like traitors defending themselves! You choose mampus in my hands or mampus ganged by a hundred people?”
The four men who were still standing in fear squatted down and asked Adrian for forgiveness.
“Dri. I'm .. I'm sorry. Forgive me, Dri. I'm ...”
Adrian turned his body to face all the members who were watching. He did not care about the apologies of the traitorous men behind him despite pleading with remorse.
“You finish him!”
Command has been heard, it means absolute without being negotiable.
“Adriannnnn!! Whoa, Adriannnn! Sorry, Adriannn!” shouted the four men with frightened faces.
Ignoring the begging scream, Adrian stepped through the ranks of the members. One by one, they approached the traitors who were then mobbed. Without compassion, without sympathy or empathy.
However, amidst the commotion, an echoing voice rang out in the ears of Adrian and his members.
“Woi, Sissy! Sissy! Don't mess around, Sissy!”
Adrian turned his back, then up ahead there saw a hooligan who came out of nowhere.
Adrian stepped forward past the members, approaching the gang who seemed to want to enjoy the fight with Adrian's group.
“Who are you?” adrian asked as he halted his steps, standing a few meters away from the opposing gang.
“Lo don't need to know who we are, Banci.”
“Oh, want to be a hero of bad luck?” Adrian grinning.
“Woi, wake up! Don't be a weak man!”
The man who was sprawled first by Adrian hit, then rose. He quickly ran over, seemingly seeking refuge at the group that had just arrived.
“Please, Brother. I was beaten because I did not want to follow their wishes. Especially that bastard Adrian!” He hid behind the man wearing a jeans vest, in the front position, and seemed to be the leader of the group.
“Megir lo. Let me take care of.”
“Oh, gitu.” Adrian immediately laughed so crisply while facing his face to the clear sky. “Hero of bad luck. Applause to our hero!”
All the members applauded following the chairman.
“All of you're sissies. How many tens of people and ganged up on five weaklings?”
“Oh, idealist also turns.”
Adrian held out his right hand, then three people advanced and stood beside him—Rico, Son, Ikhsan, and Rian. Each of them was ruthless-faced, feeling impatient to start a gang fight.
“The buyer is visible. Chief ask for protection? Real wanker!