Gamer Superstar

Chapter 86 [Bonus ] 86 - Hot Asphalt

"Come on kid, just follow this course of cones and get it over with," the man said as he picked up his cell phone and started sending a message to someone.

Realizing that this man's attitude was garbage and thinking that something bad might happen, I put my phone in audio recording mode while keeping it in my pocket just to be safe. After what I've been through, it's almost an obligation to have it recording now.

Remembering everything I'd seen about the driving test and the tips my mom and dad had given me, I checked all the mirrors, put on my seatbelt, but looked at the instructor and saw that he wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

"Could you put your seat belt on, please?" I asked, trying to remain polite even though this fat man's attitude was getting on my nerves.

If this were a normal situation, I wouldn't have minded him not wearing his seatbelt, but my father said that one of the driver's responsibilities in the driver's test was to check the safety of the passengers and make sure everyone was buckled up.

If I drove off without all the passengers buckled up, I'd lose a point, and just like in baseball, if I got three strikes, I'd be out.

"You can go, kid, I don't need a seat belt." The man muttered, never taking his eyes off the screen of his cell phone.

"Please put on your seat belt or I won't drive the car." I replied in a firm voice while looking at him.

Surprised, he looked at me to confirm that I was serious, but even though he saw my face, he just gave me a small smile and replied.

"If you don't drive this car in 5 seconds, I'll declare your test a failure and you'll have to pay another $180 to take the test again, kid." The man said dismissively.

"I'm doing exactly as the rules of the road dictate, you're doing the wrong thing and stopping me from starting my test, with what I suspect are ulterior motives other than me doing something wrong, right?" I asked in a firm voice as I continued to stare at him.

This made him raise an eyebrow, but he didn't flinch and replied dismissively. "Really? You seem to be very well educated on how to pass the test, would it be a shame if I didn't care at all and decided to fail you?"

"If you did that, you'd not only have to deal with the legal consequences of abusing your power as a public school driver's test instructor, but you'd also have to deal with other possible misfortunes that might befall you." I replied without making it too clear, because I was recording on my cell phone so I wouldn't be stupid enough to incriminate myself.

"You think it's that easy, kid? Now, you're going to do what I say, or I'm going to get out of this car and you're going to have to pay another $180 to take another test with me, where you're going to choose whether to obey me or pay again." He replied dismissively.

"All right, that's what I needed." I replied as I took off my seat belt and got out of the car, leaving the fat man confused.

When he saw me getting out of the car, he laughed. "You're dumber than I thought, kid, now that you're out of the car I can easily fail you."

"Just tell me, why are you acting like this to me?" I asked as I reached for my cell phone in my pocket, but left it recording.

"I got this job from my cousin who was the principal of the school, suddenly he had problems with his faceshoot being hacked and my younger cousin Jackson showed up at home saying you beat him up, you think I'm just going to accept you doing whatever you want, boy?" The fat man laughed as he pointed at me.

"I didn't do any of the things you're talking about." I said calmly as I hit the stop recording button and cracked a big smile.

"What are you laughing at, boy? Are you laughing out of desperation?" The fat man laughed.

But I just showed him the screen of my phone and his ugly laughing face froze when he saw the audio recorder app.

"You didn't record this conversation, did you?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, every word we said in and out of the car." I replied as I played the audio and showed him the things he said in the car.

When he heard his voice coming out of the phone's speakers, the fat man's face froze even more and he tried to run to me to grab the phone out of my hand.

But seeing that, I didn't despair.

That was when my Krav Maga training would kick in.

[Krav Maga Mastery Lv25:

Effect: Develops an enhanced understanding of Krav Maga, accelerating learning by 25% and promoting more efficient body adaptation by 25%. It also improves retention of techniques and practical application during practice or combat. Gain a tangible advantage by absorbing the fundamental principles of Krav Maga].

Level 25 in Krav Maga, i.e. 39 months of Krav Maga practice, or more than 3 years of martial arts training.

This made me not only an experienced fighter, but also a very skilled one.

I might not be at the level of the true masters of this martial art, but I was above average among people who had trained for years, which wasn't difficult when dealing with the fat man in front of me.

Looking at the relaxed posture he had as he ran towards me, I could see so many mistakes in his walk that my mind came up with dozens of different ways to deal with him.

Among these ways were the most polite and respectful way, as well as the most mocking way that would humiliate him as much as possible.

Between the two, it wasn't too difficult to know which one to use, was it?

He, a grown man more than 10 years older than me, came running at me, a helpless young teenager, trying to hit me.

Anything I did to him in the next few seconds until he was subdued would be considered self-defense.

After he was subdued, the police could consider it excessive self-defense and accuse me of intentionally hitting him, but as long as he wasn't subdued, I could do whatever I wanted.

So, with a smile on my face, I quickly put my cell phone back in my pocket, reached forward with one hand, and delivered a powerful punch to the fat man's chest.

I wanted to hit him in the stomach, but he had so much fat protecting it that hitting him in the chest would be more efficient and fun.

As my punch hit his chest, I saw in slow motion his eyes go wide and he began to fall backwards as he ran out of air.

efficient and fun.

As my punch hit his chest, I saw in slow motion his eyes go Knowing that he was about to be knocked out, I took advantage of my last few seconds of freedom to do whatever I wanted to him and ran towards him while punching him again in the shoulder, making him spin backwards as he fell, turning his back to me, and I used his back to throw another very hard kick to his back, making him fly even faster towards the ground.

After that, I just stared at him, grunting on the ground, his face rubbing against the hot asphalt, cutting himself.

"Aaaaarrrrghhhhh..." He screamed after he managed to get some oxygen back into his lungs, but he couldn't get up from the ground, just rolling around pathetically on the ground, covering his face with his hands.

When I saw what his face looked like, an even bigger smile appeared on my face.

The skin on his cheek was scraping and burning against the hot asphalt, giving him a large cut and burn on his face from the rapid friction as he screamed, making him even uglier than he already was.

After watching this pathetic scene unfold for a minute, I finally got fed up and yelled.

"Get up, pig!"

Hearing this, he was startled and quickly stood up, looking at me in fear.

I pointed to my cell phone and said in a cold voice, "I still have the recording on my cell phone, I want you to give me a perfect score on this driving test and make sure my license is in my hand in the next 30 minutes or I'll send this shit to whoever needs to know to end your life."

Startled, he looked at my phone and then at me and nodded as he ran to the office where he worked, while I found a shady spot and rested, waiting for him to bring my provisional license.

Of course I wasn't going to leave it at that, first I would make him get my license so I wouldn't have to take the test again, and in a few days I would send this audio to someone to fire him so I could still get my revenge.

If he was only related to the director and Jackson, but wasn't a bad person, I wouldn't worry about him and just take my driving test normally, but he wanted to abuse his power to get in the way of me getting what I wanted in an unfair way, so I don't mind acting the way I did in my old world...