Overgears
Chapter 28
One of the thugs unleashed a straight kick and Satria retreated by counter-attacking a stab towards the soles of his feet.
He was like looking at the prediction picture when using the skill ‘Scarlet Emperor.’
“What is this? What happened to my body and my mind?” inner Satria was filled with big question marks.
The thug crashed into an electric pole and went into a sewer. Satria looked down, the left hand of one of the thugs who was already behind Satria, suddenly passed through his head.
Satria counterattacked again by stabbing the iron rod right in the joints of his left hand .
BAM!
“Aaaakh!” the cry of the bald thug grimaced in pain and held his left hand. The puncture movement launched by Satria was so powerful that he was playing the game Overgear.
The other thug swept his right leg from top to bottom to hit the head of Satria who was still down. Satria rolled back and slashed horizontally towards the left leg of the toothless thug.
BAM!
The toothless thug fell with his head crushed to the concrete surface.Before that happened, Satria supported the head of the toothless thug with his left hand.
“Bos! Stop!” said the toothless thug who felt he had been helped by Saria.
If his head is not refuted by Satria's hands, his head can hit the concrete surface very hard and can cause a concussion.
Satria took out 1 million dollars from Overdrive gold and gave it to the coded thugs.
“We've dealt with this hostility. Take them for medication! Don't bother Miss Renata's family again!” Satria stared intently at the codeted thug and the thug looked like a murderous angel in front of him and made his pants wet.
“Ba-well, forgive us.” The codeted prema immediately prostrated and Satria denied it to keep her body upright.
“Remember, man man and I are human. Fellow human beings are forbidden to prostrate themselves, prostrate to God.” Satria patted the punda of the hooded thug whose body was still trembling. And leave it with such circumstances.
Renata let out a long sigh after Satria made it past the thugs. moreover, she was very amazed and did not act cruel even though the thug had apologized also gave up.
Even though the leader of the thugs is Saka the hoodlum. But of his ten strongest men is the toothless thug named Haki.
Renata's father, Byakta Adhinata, from afar smiles to see Satria win from the thugs who have troubled his family.
Seeing Satria and Renata enter the gate of his house which is quite spacious with the style of a traditional Sundanese house, he stood up with a big smile.
“Non, bring future husband?” seductive 65-year-old man but his body rejects the old. His face was ageless with narrow eyes and pure white hair like premium rice.
“Apaan is well! Jengkol uh annoyed deh!” Renata puffed his cheeks and kissed the back of Byakta's hand. After that he introduced Satria, “This is my friend Satria. We just met at Angkot. All this because the bloated boy put up a brochure in angkot, hmph!”
“Pak, I'm Satria.please accept to be your student!” cut off Satria and kneel by cupping your hands towards Byakta. "I beg you sir. I learned swordsmanship not for fighting. But I want to hone my game skills."
Byakta laughed out loud–bahak on the reasoning put forward by Satria, "Hahaha .. Satria oh Satria. Your sleep is too slanted and your coffee is less thick. What does playing gam have to do with practicing swordsmanship?"
“This Sir!” Satria thrust her unlocked smartphone and showed a video of herself fighting with Zenia. “That's me in the competition in the game and I got the third champion with my colleagues.”
Byakta watched all of Satria's movements and made him amazed. But his name is also the Fathers of the Baheula era, Byakta does not believe if the slim man wearing cyborg armor suit white Satria.
“Ah, not possible. This guy is slender, you're sorry to be a little patchy —”
“Dad!” cut off Renata by shouting so loudly that the neighboring chicken ran out of breath in shock. He was always annoyed with Byakta's innocence every time he responded to something.
“Already, sir. The point is accepted I am not your student sir?” pinta again Satria whose chatter has turned far.
“Hmmm ... How about? I no longer accept students. That's also because of the boy. But just so Satria can pay off my debt and marry Renata. I guarantee —”
“Dad!” cut off Renata by yelling and hitting the Byakta's back slowly which always tempted her to get married.
“None Jago! Forgive me!” Byakta pretended to grimace in pain and immediately embraced Renata.
Satria bowed languidly with a sad look. She is envious of Renata and reminiscent of her late parents who rarely chatted with her
“Alright, sir. Whatever your debt I will pay,” stressed Satria while standing up.
“My debt to boss Saka and his colleagues is 30 million. Can you afford it?” challenge Byakta.
“Support, let alone 30 million, 100 million also I'm ready,” he said again.
Satria dared to accept the challenge of Byakta, because he got the gold prize from the 'War Sengoku' event competition quite a lot. Total 2 million Gold each for the champion party 3 and Satria converted to rupiah. He earned 40 million rupiah.
Initially, it was intended to be used to buy a motorcycle and the rest for the cost of college. But he said, because in the game still requires a lot of preparation and does not always rely on all the skills he has.
“Alright, I accept your determination and I make sure my sword science is not the science of canned swordsmanship. That's why I asked you for a pretty expensive price —”
“Dad, it's not too much to ask Satria to pay off all her debts. He's a friend I just met. I hope dad doesn't go too far,” cut Renata to be ashamed of Satria because Byakta asked him for a big enough money.
“I'm sorry dad, my daughter. There's no other choice. I just don't want them to keep bothering you. Moreover, the big boss keeps asking you to be his wife. Dad might be able to protect himself from them but with you guys how?” reply Byakta with a sad look at Renata.
“Pak, whatever the conditions I will meet.” Satria unceremoniously took out 30 million from the Overdrive gold and gave it to Byakta. “Please upload this fare or dowry I propose your swordsmanship Sir.”
“Im sorry mr. nak Satria. Got to get Satria involved in this. But my father had no other choice. Think of it as the father's debt to nak Satria, the problem of swordsmanship, you consider it break even and do not need fees,” reply Byakta felt overwhelmed.