WHY AM I CRYING ?

Sweat dripped from my forehead and fell to the ground. I trembled under the tense atmosphere, unsure of what to do or how to help the poor guy escape this dangerous situation. Seeing him curled up, shaking, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. But that tall guy… his eyes looked like he wanted to devour the one in front of him. Fear gripped me, and I instinctively took a few steps back.

A thought flashed through my mind: "I should run... go home... that's the best way." If I got involved in this, not only could I become the next victim, but I might also be mistaken as his accomplice. I just needed to turn around, walk away quietly, and none of this would have anything to do with me.

My legs trembled, my toes already pointing toward the school gate, ready to flee. But suddenly, the poor guy stood up abruptly and shouted:

"I just wanted to return the bag!"

His hand clenched tightly around the pink handbag, holding it straight toward the tall guy. The bully froze for a moment, a flicker of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"That's my bag!" — A voice rang out from behind.

Duyên—the owner of the bag—rushed over and yanked it from his hands. She rummaged through it, checking every item. Once she confirmed that everything was still there, she stared at him with disgust and spat out:

"Hey, you pervert, did you take this home just to sniff it? There are a few things in here I don't want anyone to see, but I bet you've already looked through them all! Anh Kiên, beat him up for me!"

The poor guy panicked and hurriedly explained:

"I didn't do anything! I just found it and wanted to return it! I had to check inside to make sure everything was still there—if something was missing, I could tell you! And as for sniffing or whatever, I would never do that! If you're worried I'll tell the teachers about the vape inside, I swear—even if I die, I won't say a word!"

"SHUT UP!" — Kiên roared.

Before the poor guy could say anything else, a brutal right hook slammed into his face. He staggered back, his glasses flying through the air before crashing onto the ground. The force of the blow sent him tumbling sideways, collapsing onto the dirt.

I froze in shock. That punch… it was at least twice as powerful as the ones thrown by Muay Thai fighters I had fought before. My heart pounded, and a terrifying thought crossed my mind: "He's going to die!"

But no—he still tried to get up. Though his body trembled and his legs wobbled, his eyes remained resolute as he looked straight at Kiên.

The tall guy grew impatient. He sneered, clicked his tongue in annoyance, then threw his full strength into a hook aimed directly at the poor guy's solar plexus. A sickening "crack" echoed through the cold air. The poor guy collapsed, motionless.

"Ha ha ha! Look at him!" — Duyên laughed maniacally.

I clenched my teeth. This girl… she's pure evil!

Staring at the guy lying sprawled on the ground, I couldn't hold back anymore. I stepped forward, standing between him and the bullies, and shouted:

"He just wanted to return your stuff! What did he do wrong?!"

No one answered. Only a chilling silence filled the air.

Kiên and Duyên slowly turned toward me, their cold, knife-sharp eyes locking onto mine with a deadly stare. I felt like I had just stepped into hell, unknowingly becoming the next target in this bloodthirsty hunt.

Duyên leaned in and whispered something into Kiên's ear. Then, she smirked, staring straight at me, raised her thumb… and pointed it directly at my eyes.

"Kill him for me."