CHAPTER 1-PRAN

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I have been told that secrets don't exist in this world. Whenever a secret is known by two or more people, it is no longer considered  a secret. I'm not a secretive person either. I feel like having to hide something is a burden as there will be more tricky issues that may follow. But even so I've always had a secret with me since long before I could remember. It is a secret known to each other more than two. It was a secret that was not intended to be born. But it is that one secret that until now, I have tried my best not to be known by others. Maybe because I was afraid... afraid that if the secret is no longer a secret, then... some precious things will disappear.

"Pran! Watch out for your back !!"

Phew!! Thud!!

The hailing sound of a guy came behind me which let me automatically deflect with my instincts. The opponent's body quickly surpassed the original position I had been standing at and fell to the ground as he missed the intended impact position. He turned, angrily staring at me and shot up with the fist that clenched until it trembled, preparing to hit my jawline. I grabbed his fist, bowed a little and tilted my face until my fist had reached the tip of my finger, before throwing my fist directly under the other side of his chin. He gasped and took a step back as I punched with a bit too much force earlier. "You!!"

"Puck!!"

"Ugh!"

"Pran!"

As I got distracted from reeling from the punch, I threw Someone's heavy foot slammed into the middle of my back followed by a heavy punch in the corner of my mouth. I fell to the ground and twisted because of the pain of the impact with which the hard concrete floor hit my arm. Looking up, I saw the bastard that kicked me. I spit the blood out on the ground. Wiped off the bloody remains from my lips and shook off casually as I moved to stand with the help of my best friend.

"Wai, you go help Kae first!" I said quickly and nodded to my gang. Turning to see Kae as he was being crowded by two opponents. Wai nodded and struck one of the opponent's abdomen before taking a long step towards him. But despite saying that, I almost gulped down the sticky saliva. Unable to turn around to find three dogs baring their fangs. At times like this, I wonder where did the boys who made the story (who started the fight) go away?!

"What, A guy like Pran Parakul got knocked down too?" The owner of the voice appeared, with a smile at the corner of his mouth. He moved closer with his hands tucked in his pant pocket on both sides. I frowned slightly and narrowed my eyes, wanting to ask 'How do you take it (continue it)?'

"Is your body frozen already?"

Huh.

I chuckled while grinning madly.

Bring it on!!

Before I drew my fist to bash the face of the person in front of me the other party's face turned towards the fist, but with a satisfied smile remaining on the corner of his mouth.

"This shit!" One of his (Pat's) servant dog behind him was so hot (angry) that he barked loudly and then pounced towards me. But a sun-colored forearm outstretched before him.

"What the fuck, Pat!" His guard dog asked.

"I'll handle him myself." Pat replied as he turned with a smirk on his face. The familiar smirk that I've seen many times in this fist field. With a smirk of my own I accept the challenge but in a good way. We looked at each other until we hear the chimes ringing in our heads. And with that we jumped onto each other with fists ready to strike. My first punch struck his stomach, but it was not so strong to stop him. I grabbed Pat's neck and kneed him in the abdomen, and falls down to sit on the ground.

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