Luke said with a smile, "Let's go. The boss left you to me."
Stumped for a moment, Misty then remembered that he was from the police department.
Seeing that Luke was already walking out the door, she hesitated for a moment, then got up and followed him with her bag.
As he walked, Luke sent Selina a message on his phone. He briefly explained Misty's situation and told her to take a taxi to the airport.
Selina simply replied with an "OK" and didn't say anything else.
A moment later, Luke gave Misty the address, and they drove out of HQ.
They didn't go far before they stopped the car in front of an old building.
Luke led Mysty through the slightly dark corridor to the first floor and into a spacious hall.
Misty looked at the ring, the sandbags, and the training equipment. "We're here to investigate a case?"
Luke smiled and took off his coat and threw it on a bench. "Isn't a fight the fastest way to get to know each other?"
Misty frowned. "Are you serious?"
As he stretched, Luke said, "Walter said that you beat up the rookie until he shut up?"
Misty looked a little unhappy. "You want to stand up for him?"
Luke shook his head. "I want to say, well done."
Misty was stunned. "Huh?"
Luke picked up the rope and quickly started skipping. Breathing steadily, he said, "Isn't it inevitable that he'll be beaten up for mocking a colleague who has proven his courage and strength? He should be glad that John and I didn't know about this recently. "
Misty's expression finally softened. After a moment of silence, she shook her head. "I was too impulsive."
Luke chuckled. "You're someone who dared to stab that monster to death with a coat hanger. How could you have done it if you didn't have a temper?"
Misty exhaled.
It was a habit for police officers to stick together. She had hurt a colleague as soon as she was transferred, and would easily be ostracized by the senior officers.
Who knew that Luke, this "senior," would be on her side?
Luke said, "Alright, stretch your body. Let's have a fight."
Misty hesitated.
At that moment, she didn't want to fight even more. "I think I understand what you mean, but let's forget about the fight."
Luke stopped skipping and tossed the rope aside before he walked over to the sandbag. "You're welcome. Actually … I'm not that weak."
As soon as he said that, he punched the sandbag with an uppercut.
The heavy sandbag abruptly swung until it was almost parallel to the ground before it quickly fell back down.
Luke pressed down, and the falling sandbag stopped again.
Misty's eyes narrowed. The strength of that punch wasn't something an ordinary person could do.
Just as she was hesitating, another door opened and a man walked in with a bag.
When he saw the two of them, he was stunned. "You two …"
Luke walked over with a smile and stretched out his hand. "Hello, I'm Luke. I'm a friend of the boss here. I'm looking for a place to train with my friend today. "
The man smiled politely and stretched out his empty hand. The two shook hands. "Hello, just call me Steve."
Luke said, "Don't worry, we're just playing. We won't disturb you. I don't think you can use it alone. "
He tilted his head towards the boxing ring.
Steve nodded. "I really don't need it. Do whatever you want."
Luke took two steps forward and waved at Misty, who still hadn't warmed up yet. "Alright, Steve's a nice guy. He doesn't mind if we use the boxing ring here."
Steve couldn't help but glance at him again. He shook his head with a smile and went to the locker room to change his clothes.
Although Luke was a little too familiar, Steve was used to this kind of treatment.
Besides, Luke looked quite pleasing to the eye. How could he argue with a kid?
But why did this young man's smile look a little familiar? Steve thought for a moment, but couldn't remember the source of the familiarity, so he didn't delve into it.
He was an old man, and it wasn't unusual for him to feel that certain things and people looked familiar for some reason.
…
Five minutes later, Steve, who had changed into a T-shirt and cotton pants, returned to the training hall.
Before he could open the door, his expression changed, and he quickened his pace. He pushed the door open, and his gaze immediately fell on the boxing ring.
There, two people were engaged in a quick and intense exchange.
The boxing gloves hit their bodies with a series of cracking sounds.
Steve's expression was solemn as he slowly walked over.
In the ring, Luke was seriously blocking Misty's attacks.
But his breathing was long, his eyes were calm, and his footsteps were steady.
Apart from the few times he punched, he didn't show any weakness.
Misty, however, looked excited.
At first, she had tried her best to control her strength, but at that moment, it had returned to normal, and she gradually entered full attack mode.
This process lasted less than three minutes before she couldn't take it anymore.
Luke's expression, however, was the same as ever. There was only a little sweat on his face.
At that moment, Misty finally let go of the pressure in her heart and swung her right arm.
Luke raised his hand at the right time and opened his glove to catch the punch.
Bang!
With a heavy thud, he took two steps back and raised his hands to signal for Misty to stop.
Misty took a step forward, then stopped and panted heavily.
Only then did she feel a wave of exhaustion wash over her.
Thinking of her last punch, she cursed inwardly and hurriedly asked, "Is your hand okay? I forgot to hold back just now. "
"It's fine. Your punch was very strong." Luke stretched his wrist and helped her off the ring. "Take a break first."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Steve, who was not far away. "You want to play too?"
Steve's eyes flickered.
Luke sized him up and smiled. "What do you think of the rules of boxing?"
Steve noticed the way Luke was sizing him up, and roughly understood that Luke already knew that he wasn't just a boxer.
Recalling Luke's match just now, he was tempted.
Forget about Misty. She could handle two or three hooligans at most with her boxing skills.
For a woman, that was already very good.
Besides, her right arm, or rather, her special prosthetic arm, was very powerful. It wouldn't be a problem for her to kill a hooligan with one punch.
But for Steve, it was meaningless to only have one powerful prosthetic arm.
In a real fight, Misty, who had ordinary fighting skills, wouldn't last more than three seconds.
What Steve had really focused on just now was Luke.
In such an intense fight, his expression was serious, but he was clearly too relaxed.
In the last minute, Misty had already started to use the powerful prosthetic arm, but he was still firmly in control of the situation.
The difference in strength between the two of them was too great, and this match was completely a lesson.
Misty's last punch was far faster and stronger than an ordinary person's, and Luke accurately took it.
He had only taken two steps back to increase the distance between them and end the match.
What tempted Steve was his technique and mentality.
Steve couldn't find anyone to spar with here. For a while, he could only train his stamina and hit the sandbags alone.
That was why his hands were really itching now.
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