Chapter 53: Incident at the Basketball Court

Dara and I finally arrived at the basketball court. A crowd of students had already surrounded the court, screaming hysterically.

“Oh my God, it’s so noisy,” I complained while covering my ears. “What’s going on?”

“I can’t see it from here, Frel,” Dara said. “Come on, it looks like we need to move closer,” she added. Her voice was almost drowned out by the uproar.

The atmosphere was so loud that my ears were ringing. We had to push through the crowd just to get a clearer look at what was actually happening.

“Excuse me, excuse me!” Dara pulled my arm. “Could you move a little?”

When my view finally opened up, my eyes widened instantly.

“Kenn?” I murmured softly.

Kenn was fighting with three guys. I immediately recognized their faces.

“Kenn alone against three people?” Dara said, shocked.

I didn’t respond to Dara. Instead, my thoughts began to spiral wildly.

Was this connected to what happened earlier? To the girl with glasses I saw in the restroom? I mean, the girl named Gita.

Everything felt far too coincidental to be called a coincidence.

“Frel,” Dara whispered softly. “This isn’t a joke, right?”

“Yes,” I replied quietly. “This has gone too far.”

My gaze was fixed on the center of the court.

What actually happened? Wasn’t this too excessive? Kenn was openly retaliating against their treatment of Gita on the very same day and in front of so many people.

Oh no! This wasn’t just a simple fistfight. Three against one, yet the ones beaten badly were those three delinquent guys, while Kenn was completely uninjured.

Two of them were already lying sprawled on the ground. The crowd began to murmur.

“That’s terrifying.”

“Two of them are already down.”

“What’s wrong with Kenn, anyway?”

Now only one stocky guy remained standing. Kenn stared at him expressionlessly, then threw a punch straight into his stomach.

“Ugh!” The guy staggered.

“Oh my God.” Dara covered her mouth. “Kenn isn’t stopping.”

Before his opponent could retaliate, Kenn added a brutal kick to his thigh. The guy collapsed with a groan of pain.

“This is crazy. Is Kenn a monster or what?” Dara said again.

Not a single person dared to break up the fight. What confused me was that even the teachers could only watch with concerned expressions, unable to intervene.

“Why are the teachers just staying silent?” I asked in confusion.

“I don’t know,” Dara replied softly.

My gaze landed on Kevan. Both of his hands were being restrained by two teachers, one on his right and one on his left.

“Was Kevan trying to step in?” I asked.

“Yes, but he was held back,” Dara answered quickly. “Strange, right?”

What was going on? Who exactly was Kenn? Why were the teachers allowing his actions, and why did no one dare step forward to separate them?

“Oh my God, that poor guy,” Dara said while biting her fingernails.

I snorted softly. “You say you feel sorry, but you haven’t stopped watching this whole time.”

Dara immediately shook her head vigorously. “No way! I’m scared, Frel. I could end up getting turned into an omelet by Kenn!”

I held back a laugh at Dara’s exaggerated reaction. I folded my arms across my chest without taking my eyes off the court. “Do you know why the teachers here are too afraid to break it up?”

Silence. There was no answer. I immediately turned to her and could tell something was being hidden when I saw her suddenly grow nervous.

“Dara?” I pressed.

She glanced at me briefly, then looked away. “I … I don’t know.”

Her tone sounded too forced. I stared at her sharply. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not—”

“Stop,” I cut her off. “You know something.”

Dara looked even more uneasy. She fiddled with the edge of her uniform sleeve, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something.

However, a pitiful groan from the middle of the court broke the moment.

“Argh! Mercy.…”

I turned my attention back to Kenn. There was no emotion on his face, in stark contrast to his hands and feet, which were moving without mercy.

Kenn bent down, grabbing the collar of the stocky guy’s uniform and pulling him up until their faces were level.

“Listen,” Kenn said in a cold voice. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

The guy trembled. “I … I promise—”

“One more time you dare to bother her,” Kenn continued calmly, “I can do more than this. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” the guy replied haltingly, on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry. Please, Kenn!”

Kenn released his grip. Too calm. It almost sent a chill down my spine.

“That’s it, right?” Dara whispered.

But a second later, Kenn lifted his foot, aiming it at the guy lying beneath him. However, a firm voice bravely stopped the action.

“Stop! You can’t take the law into your own hands here!”

I turned my head. It was Kevan’s voice.

“Kenn!” Kevan shouted again. “That’s enough!”

Kenn froze instantly and withdrew his intent. He lowered his foot while cursing under his breath. Without turning toward Kevan, he casually tapped the guy’s cheek several times.

“Consider this your final warning,” he said.

After that, Kenn turned around.

“He left?” Dara asked, staring at Kenn’s retreating figure.

“Yes,” I replied shortly.

And sure enough, Kenn walked away from the basketball court just like that, leaving behind a crowd that remained frozen in stunned silence.

He really left.

There were still fifteen minutes left of the break. Since there was still time, I dragged Dara back toward the park.

“You have to explain everything right now, Dara!” I demanded firmly.

Dara scratched the back of her neck hesitantly. “Explain which part?”

I raised my clenched fist right in front of Dara’s face. She wouldn’t be able to lie to me this time.

She immediately took a step back, then chuckled with an expression that looked forced. “What do you want to ask, Frel?”

“Everything! Why did you suddenly change seats? Tomi said you have a plan. What kind of plan are you making that you don’t even want to tell me? And then, what do you actually know about Kenn?”

Dara let out a long sigh. “Actually, all of your questions are connected, Frel. I changed seats because.…”

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