Chapter 69: The Unexpected Arrival

Kenn suddenly came and grabbed Farah's hand. His gaze was so sharp, making Farah’s courage shrink instantly.

Kenn pressed her wrist very hard until the veins bulged clearly from where I was standing. Farah struggled, trying to free herself, but her efforts ended in vain against Kenn’s strength.

I was still stunned.

How could Kenn be here? Wasn’t he supposed to be taking care of something with Mr. Ahmad?

“Stop, or this cockroach will crawl back into your uniform,” Kenn threatened.

“Yes. I … I’ll stop, Kenn,” Farah replied hesitantly. Her body trembled, her voice barely audible.

“You all, never think about escaping from here!” Kenn shouted at Farah’s followers who had initially intended to sneak away quietly.

Their steps stopped at once. They turned stiffly, their faces pale. They moved awkwardly, almost resembling mummies that had lost their life.

“Give me the plastic bag with the cockroaches.”

With hands still trembling, Farah handed over the plastic bag. Kenn took it without hesitation and released the insects right under Farah’s feet.

Farah jumped in shock and reflexively leapt backward. She screamed in fear as she saw the cockroaches crawling closer, while Kenn remained motionless, watching Farah and the two other students’ hysterical reactions with a blank stare.

How ironic. They themselves were very afraid of cockroaches, yet still had the courage to bully others with those creatures.

“Now explain, what punishment is fitting for bullies like you?” Kenn asked. His facial expression was completely flat, unreadable yet deadly.

They all fell silent. Their faces were filled only with real panic and anxiety. Since Kenn’s fight on the field, whoever had spread the news, now almost every student in this school knew who Kenn really was.

“You all,” Kenn’s words paused for a moment. He stepped toward the three male students standing close together, “was the warning I gave back then still not enough to make you repent?”

“Wasn’t … wasn’t it just that you said not to bother that girl with glasses?” replied the leader of the three delinquent youths, stammering.

“And you think I would just stand by watching bullying happen in my own school?” Kenn shouted. At the same time, he delivered a hard punch to the student’s stomach, making him stifle a scream while clutching his stomach.

Perhaps you are wondering how I reacted? From earlier, I had only remained silent, not moving even a little. Not because I was incapable of stopping it, but because I deliberately let Kenn beat them.

I wanted to see what fear looked like on their faces when they were beaten without being able to put up any resistance.

I could have followed my conscience to stop Kenn, but this time I chose to let my dark side win. I wanted to enjoy every second of the pain they felt, just like the pain I had received as a result of their vile actions.

“Mercy, Kenn. I only did what Farah ordered,” one of them whimpered while begging for mercy.

The moment her name was mentioned, Farah immediately panicked. Fear and anxiety were clearly etched on her increasingly pale face. She slowly stepped back, trying to find a gap to escape. However, unexpectedly, Kenn grabbed Farah’s arm and slammed her very hard against the wall.

Farah screamed when her back hit the wall behind her. I was sure it hurt a lot. I grinned in satisfaction.

Now Kenn began to choke Farah’s neck. Farah reflexively held onto Kenn’s hand, trying to break free from the grip, but she struggled to fight against Kenn’s much greater strength.

“Once in a while, you need to feel what they once experienced. How about like this?” Kenn tightened his grip on Farah’s neck, causing the girl’s breathing to become ragged.

“Kenn, mercy!” Farah whimpered. Her mouth struggled to produce a sound.

“Before you bully others, you should first try what it feels like to be bullied,” Kenn said in a low, threatening tone while continuing to apply pressure.

Suddenly, flashes of the events I had just experienced flickered before my eyes. I recalled their barbaric treatment of me. The splash of sticky orange juice, the stinging slap, the rough hair pulling, the disgusting cockroaches, even shards of glass that pierced my skin.

I turned over the palm of my right hand. There were still several small shards of glass embedded there. I winced in pain. I had not expected the glass fragments to penetrate my skin so deeply. I took a breath and held it for a few seconds before trying to forcibly pull the shards out of my hand.

It hurt. It hurt so much. This was the result of Farah’s cruelty in torturing me without mercy.

My emotions flared again, making my chest rise and fall irregularly. I shook my head hard.

No. This was not the way. I would not let Kenn finish off Farah. Only I had the right to repay all her actions.

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