Luke smiled and said, "Let's go. The boss has left you to me."
Misty was stunned for a moment, then she remembered that he was originally from the Detective Bureau.
Seeing Luke already starting to walk out the door, she hesitated, then stood up, grabbed her bag and followed him.
As Luke walked, he sent a message to Selina on his phone, briefly explaining Misty's situation and asking her to take a taxi to the airport by herself.
Selena just replied OK and then nothing happened.
A moment later, Luke told Misty the address and they drove out of the headquarters.
The two of them didn't walk far before they parked the car at a slightly old building.
Luke took Misty through the slightly dark corridor, went up to the first floor, and entered a fairly spacious hall.
Misty looked at the ring, the punching bags, and the training equipment: "We're here to investigate a case?"
Luke laughed, took off his coat and threw it on the bench next to him. "Isn't fighting the fastest way to get to know each other?"
Misty frowned, "Are you serious?"
Luke stretched his body and said, "Walter said you beat that new guy to 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 started skipping quickly, breathing steadily, "Isn't it inevitable that he will get beaten for mocking a colleague who has proven his courage and strength? He should be thankful that John and I don't know about this recently."
Misty's expression finally softened. She was silent for a moment and then shook her head: "I was a little too impulsive."
Luke chuckled. "You're the one who dared to stab that monster to death with a coat rack. If you didn't have this kind of temper, would you have been able to do it?"
Misty exhaled.
It is a habit for police officers to stick together. She injured her colleague when she was first transferred here, so she is easily ostracized by the elderly.
Who knew that the "old man" Luke would stand on her side.
Luke: "Okay, stretch your body, let's play a game for fun."
Misty hesitated.
At this point, she didn't want to fight anymore: "I think I understand what you mean, but forget about the competition."
Luke stopped skipping the rope in his hand, threw it away, and walked to the sandbag next to him: "You're welcome, actually... I'm not that weak."
As soon as he finished speaking, he threw an uppercut at the sandbag.
The heavy sandbag swung up suddenly, becoming almost parallel to the ground, before falling down quickly.
Luke reached out and pressed, and the falling sandbag stopped again.
Misty's eyes narrowed: The power of this punch is not something an ordinary person can deliver.
As she hesitated, another door opened and a man walked in carrying a bag.
Seeing the two of them, he was stunned: "You..."
Luke walked over with a smile and held out his hand: "Hello, I'm Luke. I'm a friend of the boss here, and I just wanted to find a place to train with my friends today."
The man smiled politely and held out his free hand. The two shook hands and then parted. "Hello, just call me Steve."
Luke: "Don't worry, we're just playing around and won't bother you. I don't think you'll need that alone."
He tilted his head toward the ring.
Steve nodded: "It's really not necessary, you can use it as you like."
Luke took two steps and waved to Misty, who still hadn't done any warm-up exercises: "Okay, Steve is a very nice guy. He doesn't mind us using the boxing ring here."
Steve on the other side couldn't help but glance at him again, smiled and shook his head, then took his bag and went to the locker room to change clothes.
Although the guy was a little too familiar, Steve was used to this kind of treatment.
Besides, Luke looked pretty nice, so there was no way he would bother with a kid.
However, why did this young man look familiar when he smiled? Steve thought about it, but couldn't remember the source of this familiar feeling, so he didn't delve into it any further.
He is an old man, so it is not surprising that he sometimes finds certain things and people familiar for unknown reasons.
…
Five minutes later, Steve, wearing a T-shirt and cotton trousers, returned to the training hall.
Before he opened the door to the passage, his expression changed. He slightly quickened his pace, pushed the door open, and his eyes immediately fell on the boxing ring.
There, two people were fighting quickly and fiercely.
The boxing gloves hit the person's body, making a series of banging sounds.
Steve looked serious and walked over slowly.
On the stage, Luke was seriously fending off Misty's attacks.
However, his breathing was long, his eyes were not panic-stricken, and his steps were measured.
Apart from the fact that he didn't throw many punches, he didn't show any weaknesses.
Misty's expression became excited.
She tried hard to control her strength at first, but now it has returned to normal and she is gradually entering a full-force attack mode.
This process lasted less than three minutes before she could no longer sustain her physical strength.
Luke's expression remained normal, with just a little sweat on his face.
At this moment, Misty finally let go of the depression in her heart and swung out with her right arm.
Luke raised his hand at the right time, opened his glove, and caught the punch.
Bang!
With a heavy thud, he took two steps back and raised his hands to signal to stop.
Misty took a step forward, then stopped, breathing heavily.
Only then did she feel fatigue coming over her like a tide.
Thinking of her last punch, she felt bad and asked quickly, "Is your hand okay? I forgot to hold back."
"It's okay. Your punch was very powerful." Luke moved his wrist a few times, walked forward, and helped her off the ring: "You take a rest first."
As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Steve who was not far away: "Are you coming to play too?"
Steve's eyes moved.
Luke looked at him and smiled, "How about the boxing rules?"
Steve noticed the way he was looking at him, and he probably knew in his heart that Luke already knew that he was not just a boxer.
Thinking about the competition between Luke and the other man just now, he became excited.
Forget about Misty, her boxing skills can only handle two or three thugs at best.
For a woman, this is pretty good.
Besides, her right arm, or special prosthetic limb, is quite powerful. She can easily kill a small gangster with one punch.
But for Steve, having only a strong prosthetic limb is meaningless.
In a real fight, Misty with her ordinary fighting skills could not last more than three seconds.
The one Steve was really focused on just now was Luke.
In such an intense fight, he looked serious yet obviously too relaxed.
Misty had already started using his incredibly powerful prosthetic limbs a minute later, but he still had firm control of the situation.
The gap in strength between the two is too big, and this competition is simply a teaching lesson.
Misty's last punch had a force and speed far beyond that of an ordinary person, but Luke caught it with incredible accuracy.
Those two steps back were just to create distance and end the competition.
His skills and mentality are what attracted Steve.
Here, Steve couldn't find anyone to practice with, so for a while he could only train his physical fitness and hit the sandbag alone.
Because of this, he is really itching to do it now.