HEIR OF THE DEATH STRIKE

Chapter 4

Rahayu screamed hysterically.

Several residents who were not far from the accident site began to notice the commotion.

Some even started to approach. One resident was seen raising his mobile phone as if to record the scene.

"Damn it, people are coming!" Seeing this, Rinto immediately growled in annoyance. "Hurry! There are lots of people!"

Zaqqy, who was half-conscious, was immediately dragged into the car.

Rahayu tried to get up and run towards them.

"Don't take him! Please!"

Brugh!

But Malik pushed her roughly. Rahayu fell onto the road. Meanwhile, several people began to run closer.

"What's going on?!" shouted the residents.

"Why are you taking him away by force?!" shouted another.

Seeing people starting to gather and some of them recording with their mobile phones, Rinto immediately made a decision.

"Enough! Just leave the woman!"

"But Bang—" Malik looked hesitant.

"Hurry up!"

The car door was immediately closed. The car engine roared loudly. The car sped away with Zaqqy.

Rahayu could only cry hysterically in the middle of the road.

"Zaqqy..."

Several residents immediately came to her aid.

"Are you alright?"

Rahayu shook her head while crying.

"He... they took him..."

With the help of the residents, Rahayu stood up and picked up Zaqqy's mobile phone, which had fallen on the road.

Without a second thought, she jumped onto Zaqqy’s motorbike, which still started. The motorbike sped off towards Zaqqy’s house.

When she arrived, Zaqqy’s mother was sweeping the yard. The woman was startled to see Rahayu in such a dishevelled state.

"Oh, Rahayu? What happened to you?"

Rahayu immediately hugged her while crying.

"Ma'am... Bang Zaqqy..."

"What happened to Zaqqy?" asked the middle-aged woman, confused.

With a faltering voice, Rahayu explained everything.

Zaqqy's mother's face immediately turned pale. Her body felt weak until she sat down on the floor.

"Oh God... my son..."

Rahayu cried even harder.

"I'm sorry, ma'am... this is all my fault..."

The mother tried to hold back her tears.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?" her husband's voice was heard from inside.

"Nothing... nothing's wrong. You go home first," replied Zaqqy's mother, immediately standing up to go inside.

"But Mum—"

"We'll report it to the police later. Zaqqy will be fine."

The woman tried to appear strong even though her heart was filled with anxiety. She went inside to meet her husband.

Rahayu fell silent. Seeing that Zaqqy's mother did not come out, Rahayu decided to leave, as her house was not far from Zaqqy's.

Meanwhile, far from that place, the car carrying Zaqqy continued to drive away from the city.

Finally, they stopped at a remote place filled with large trees and bushes.

The car door opened.

Zaqqy, who was still half-conscious, was pulled out roughly.

Brugh!!

"Argh..." Zaqqy groaned in pain.

His body was immediately pushed to the ground.

"This is what happens when you cause trouble!" Rinto snapped, picking up a round piece of wood from the ground near the tree.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Rinto immediately slammed the round piece of wood down hard and rained kicks down on Zaqqy's body.

"Argh..." Zaqqy moaned weakly.

The young man was unable to fight back. Blood flowed from his temple, his lips were split, as was his nose.

"What should we do with him, bro? If he lives, we could get in trouble too," asked Malik.

Rinto grinned, staring at Zaqqy.

"Just beat him to death."

Bugh!

Bugh!

He hit him again with the log and kicked Zaqqy's body brutally. A few moments later, the young man's body was no longer moving.

"Looks like Zaqqy is dead, bro," said Malik, a little hesitant.

"Good, let's go. Let his body rot in this forest," said Rinto, grinning smugly.

They then got back into the car. The car drove away, leaving Zaqqy's body lying on the ground.

Wossssh...

The sky suddenly turned dark. The wind blew strongly.

Blarrr....

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and heavy rain fell, soaking Zaqqy's motionless body.

"Damn you, Durjana people!"

A deep voice emerged from the heavy rain.

A few moments later, his fingers moved, revealing that the young man was still alive. He tried to get up, clutching the wet ground.

"Are you still alive, young man?" asked the deep voice.

"Who is that?.." Zaqqy asked back as he sat leaning against a large tree.

"I am Ksatria Braja."

"What? Where are you?" Zaqqy was confused; there was no one else but him.

"You're leaning your body against me..."

"Huh?.." Zaqqy startled, seeing only an old banyan tree.

"If I give you strength, would you want it?" the disembodied voice asked again.

"Who?! Who are you? Where are you?" Zaqqy began to panic, terrified.

"Hahahaha... I am inside this old banyan tree, young man."

"What?... Impossible!"