Fearless

°Twenty Six°

The trio had their lunch in the VIP section downstairs after all the commotion. Saint and Gulf were outraged by the act of those women simply because Nine was hurt.

Nine on the other hand looked completely unbothered and emotionless and they are their lunch in complete silence unlike other times when it would be filled with laughter and a lot of tease.

They knew that Nine was unusually quite and unbothered only to convince himself that he was fine and that his pride was not stepped over which just enraged Gulf and Saint even more. Anyone who'd mess with them today would surely be ready to beg for their lives.

"If you're done let's get going. We have to return back,"Nine said coldly.

The two nodded and quietly followed Nine out the door. They walked their way back to the university since it was a walking distance of 8 minutes and they did want to refresh their mind and calm their nerves down, but guess it really wasn't meant to be a peaceful day for them.

The three were walking towards the medical faculty parking lot, which was a little too deserted that particular day as the students were busy with the fest. They abruptly stopped when they saw someone familiar being cornered by some engineering students while his minions watched the commotion with grins on their faces.

That was it and Gulf's patience was blown. He looked around and found a useless pen cap and an empty can of soda. Picking it up, he handed the empty can to Saint and held the pen cap tight in his hand. He looked at Saint and they both nodded before Saint aimed the can with huge force, hitting the head of the man infront of the petite guy while Gulf aimed the pen cap and hit the other guy's shoulder who had been holding the smaller guy in place.

Within seconds, both men were groaning in pain as they were hit in their critical pressure points. The petite guy looked towards the trio and gaped. "Saint! Gulf! Nine!" He exclaimed and ran towards the three, hugging them tight. He trembled and he hugged and sobbed in their embrace.

"You little piece of shit! You think...you can get away with this!" The groaning man who looked like the leader of the group stood up and looked at the trio with anger.

Saint turned to his older brother and held his shoulders tight. "P'Pharm, go to P'Dean and call P'Arthit for me. Please. Run!" Saint exclaimed as he saw his brother reluctantly left the premises glancing backwards.

"Please don't get hurt my baby brother." Pharm mumbled as he ran towards the auditorium and found Dean. He then hurriedly took out his phone and texted someone.

"Saint, Nine, Gulf. Trouble."

"Fight. Engineers. Medical parking lot."

"P'Dean! Let's go! Come with me!" Pharm yelled and dragged Dean out of the auditorium looking all confused. Pharm explained his boyfriend of what had happened and needless say he was fuming with anger and ran towards the engineering faculty dragging Pharm with him.

"P'Arthit, where is he?" Dean asked loudly once he entered the engineering food court. The students just looked at him weirdly and did not answer and his patience was running thin. "I said where is P'Arthit!" He yelled once again and his angry demeanour was sending chills to everyone that even Pharm flinched in fear.

"T..the gym. He's having the hazing session." A girl spoke waking up from the shock. Dean tugged Pharm and left without saying thanks to anyone.

Once they reached the gym the barged into the hall without permission and Arthit fined with anger until he saw his little brother angry. Which was highly unusual. "What's wrong Dean?" Arthit asked his younger brother.

"Fight. Gulf, Saint, Nine. With engineers." Dean said clenching his fists and Arthit briskly walked with long strides towards them and left without a word. "Lead the way." He said in his coldest tone. He knew it was not something small as the trio were involved and everyone knew that they never initiated any fight unless highly provoked or you messed with their closed ones.