Kingdom Of The Wicked ( Gear Hearts Book 2) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 34: Aliens? Wizards? Dinner?

Kao POV 

I looked for P'Pete around town, I texted him a few times but he didn't reply. Where did he go? I asked when I was outside the arena. Wizards were flooding out from the door. The game must've been over.

Scratching my head, I passed over the parking lot. Something caught the corner of my eye; P'Bright and P'Pete glaring at each other. "Huh?"

"You want to fight, huh?" asked P'Pete in a teasing voice. 

P'Bright growled at him like a dog. Their faces were drawn to each other.

P'Pete added. "I won't go easy on you because you're an awful white light wizard."

"He's glaring at P'Bright?" I said to myself. I sat on the curb with my palm on my cheek, waiting for how this would turn out. These two...they never stop arguing. 

"I don't feel like holding a conversation right now, metal horn." The side of P'Bright's chin jerked up. 

"This is not good. If P'Arthit or P'Third would show up..."

"Oh, Kao. Why are you alone in here—" Speaking of the devil...

"P'Arthit! P'Third!" I blinked swiftly at them. Kongpob, May, and M stopped at where I sat.  

"Ah, there's Bright." Third frowned, looking suspicious. "Why is he in a fight with Pete now?"

I blocked his way and raised my hands. "Oh, they're arguing." But P'Third and P'Arthit went past me. 

"What're you trying to do?" P'Third asked P'Pete.

"Hey, guys! We better get back to the hotel, P'Tum is—" P'Arthit strolled over the two. 

"Are you his boyfriend, right?" P'Pete swayed his hand. "At least train him not to bite."

P'Bright began cracking his knuckles.

"Bright isn't a pet." P'Third heaved a sigh. "What are you guys so upset about? Your dispute seems endless."

"Knock it off! I'm not a pet or anything!"

"Just keep quiet, Bright!" P'Third scowled.

 Pete made a taunting look at Bright. "Okay. If an alien and a wizard got into a brawl. Who will win?"

"You two have been screaming at each other for 30 minutes about this?" Arthit slightly frowned, complete confusion peeling at his face.

"Is pathological imbecile an actual condition?" M asked. May creeping at his back like a scared Koala. 

"Maybe." P'Bright and P'Pete said in unison. Then they brawled at each other once more. 

"I'm one million percent sure that wizards will win!" P'Bright shouted. 

"No way!" P'Pete answered as quickly as he can. "Aliens have laser beams and advanced-tech weapons!"

"Why do I need to believe you? Someone who has strong beliefs in gods."  P'Bright countered. 

"What the hell are you talking about? I'll beat the shit out of you, brat!" 

"You're a brat, too! And I'm prettier than you."

"Huh?!"

"You need to drink more of those commercial vitamins that  can make you beautiful, ugly!"

P'Bright came up behind Pete, shaking his shoulders. "That's none of your business, you bastard!"

"Don't be testy, guys. Let's get along and—" Third said to conclude the dispute. 

"Shut up, drawf." P'Pete said toward his direction.