“What do you mean that you cannot find it?” I banged the table hard or as hard as I could afford with my clumsy hands.
(Alright! I f*****g know that I was a national champion and all. But the table was genuinely hard. Besides, in a competition—especially at a state or national level—we are bound by certain rules. Taekwondo is a game of tactics that doesn’t teach one to deal with anger issues in a police station,)
Which was why I didn’t end up affecting much of its sturdy surface. Seemingly, it was more rigid than I had taken it to be. Moreover, it only made me crimson at the way I had made a fool of myself in front of twenty-three people, including but not limited to criminals and accused of petty crimes.
I pushed down an urge of palming my face as I tried to burn the man with
