Man From Another Wold

CHAPTER 12: A HIDDEN IDENTITY

Several seconds passed in tension before Candra snorted harshly and stepped back. "We'll see about that!" he said, turning around and leaving in a fit of emotion.

Once Candra was gone, the atmosphere in the cafeteria returned to normal.

Ferdinan let out a long sigh. "Bro, you really like to stir up trouble, huh?"

Hansen smiled faintly and sat back down. "I don't look for trouble. Trouble just finds its way to me."

The cafeteria owner approached with a worried look. "Kid, can you not cause chaos in my place? My chair's already a casualty, you know?"

Hansen pulled out several bills and placed them on the table. "For the chair and a little compensation for the tension earlier."

The owner immediately smiled with relief. "Ah, a responsible young man! Thank you, thank you!"

Ferdinan chuckled. "At least you won in one thing, bro. You managed to make Candra look like a clown. But it seems like you're also loaded now."

"Do you believe I’m actually a rich kid in disguise?" Hansen teased.

Ferdinan laughed at his words. "Ha! You? A rich kid in disguise? Don’t joke, bro!"

Hansen smiled faintly. "If I were really rich, would you treat me any differently?"

Ferdinan shrugged. "Of course not. Money doesn't change people; it just reveals who they really are."

Hansen took a sip of his drink without saying anything more. In his heart, he knew that his identity was now far more complex than just a rich kid or a poor one. The soul controlling this body came from another life, from a world much harder and filled with mysteries.

Ferdinan leaned in toward the table, studying Hansen with curiosity. "So, if you're not a rich kid, where did you get all that money?"

Hansen smiled faintly. "Let’s just say I have my own way of getting what I need."

Ferdinan sighed. "You're getting more mysterious by the day, bro."

Before their conversation could continue, a girl with long hair and sharp eyes approached them.

"Lauren?" Ferdinan reflexively called out, surprised by her presence.

Hansen remained calm, looking at Lauren who now stood next to their table. Her beautiful eyes stared directly at him, as if wanting to say something important.

"We need to talk," Lauren said in a serious tone.

Ferdinan immediately stood up from his chair. "Okay, I guess I’ll give you two some space." He patted Hansen's shoulder before walking away, leaving them in silence for a moment.

Hansen calmly looked at Lauren. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

Lauren took a deep breath. "About that night..."

Hansen’s eyes narrowed slightly. "That night?"

Lauren clenched her fists, hesitating for a moment before finally speaking, "I want to know what really happened."

Hansen smiled faintly. "Wasn’t it you who pulled me into the hotel room?"

Lauren's face flushed. "I... I wasn’t fully aware at the time. I suspect someone might have drugged my drink."

Hansen wasn’t surprised. He had already suspected this. "So you think someone set you up?"

Lauren bit her lip before nodding. "Yes. And I’m sure it was Candra."

The name once again made Hansen sigh. "You want me to do something about this?"

Lauren stared at him intently. "I just want the truth. And... I want to know if there are consequences from that night."

Hansen studied her for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I’ll look into it."

Lauren was slightly surprised by his straightforward response. "You... you’ll really help me?"

Hansen smiled. "I’m not the type of guy who shies away from responsibility."

Lauren’s expression softened. For the first time, she felt that Hansen was not just an ordinary guy. There was something different about him, something she couldn't fully understand.

Lauren knew that if she used her family’s connections to dig deeper into that night, bigger risks would arise. Her parents would demand an explanation, and if the truth came out, her reputation could be ruined.

No, she couldn’t take that risk.

For now, Hansen was the only one who could help her without bringing additional problems.

After a brief conversation, they parted ways. Lauren walked away, her mind still filled with worry, while Hansen let out a sigh and returned to his seat.

Not long after, Ferdinan returned with a curious expression. "So? What did she want?"

Hansen glanced at him briefly. "She just wanted to talk about something important."

Ferdinan narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Something about that night?"

Hansen didn’t answer, only smiled faintly.

Ferdinan sighed. "I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but I can see that Lauren looked really serious."

Hansen shrugged. "Let time answer that."

However, before they could speak further, a commotion suddenly erupted at the entrance of the cafeteria. Several students appeared to step back with fearful expressions.

"Hey, isn’t that the Black Mamba gang?" someone whispered.

Hansen raised an eyebrow and turned toward the noise. A group of big, tough-looking guys entered the cafeteria, heading straight to a table in the corner.

Candra was sitting there.

One of the men from the group slapped Candra’s shoulder roughly. "Young Master Candra, I hear you have a problem with someone?"

Ferdinan swallowed nervously. "Shit... this is going to be bad."

Hansen grinned slightly. "Looks like someone can’t take defeat well."

Candra stood up and pointed toward Hansen. "Him. He’s the one who humiliated me!"

The leader of the Black Mamba gang stared at Hansen coldly before walking over.

"So, you’re the one who made trouble with Young Master Candra?" the leader asked.

Hansen remained sitting calmly, looking at the man without a hint of fear. "I didn’t make trouble. I just responded to someone’s actions."

The man grinned. "Hah, you’ve got guts."

Several students began to move away, fearing a fight would break out. Even the cafeteria owner looked anxious for the second time.

But before the situation could escalate further, Hansen suddenly stood up and walked toward the gang leader.

"I’ll give you one chance," Hansen said in a calm voice. "If you want to meddle in this, make sure you're ready to face the consequences."

Everyone was shocked by his words. Even Ferdinan nearly choked.

The gang leader stared at Hansen with sharp eyes, trying to assess whether the guy in front of him was just bluffing or if he really had the skills to back up his words.

Several seconds passed in silence.

Then, the man laughed. "Interesting. I’ll remember your face, kid. But today, I’m just here to give a warning. Don’t mess with Young Master Candra."

Hansen smiled faintly. "I’ll consider it."

With that, the Black Mamba gang left, leaving the cafeteria still filled with a tense atmosphere.

Candra snorted angrily and clenched his fists before finally walking out, feeling unsatisfied with the outcome.

Ferdinan slapped his forehead. "Bro, you really aren’t afraid of anyone, huh?"

Hansen sat back down casually. "I just know who I should fear and who I shouldn’t."

Ferdinan shook his head. "I think I need to start reconsidering who you really are."