Luke laughed: "Let's go, the boss handed you over to me."
Misty froze for a moment, and then remembered that he was originally from the police department.
Seeing that Luke had already started walking towards the door, she hesitated for a while, then got up, grabbed her satchel and followed.
While walking, Luke sent a message to Selena on his mobile phone, briefly explaining about Misty, and asked her to take a taxi to the airport by herself.
Selena just replied ok and remained silent.
After a while, Luke gave Misty the address, and the two drove out of the headquarters.
The two of them didn't go far, and they stopped at a slightly old building.
Luke took Misty through a slightly dark corridor, walked up to the first floor, and entered a fairly spacious hall.
Misty looked at the ring, sandbags, and training equipment: "Are we here to investigate?"
Luke laughed, took off his coat casually, and threw it on the stool next to him: "Isn't a fight the fastest way to get to know each other?"
Misty frowned: "Are you serious?"
While moving his body, Luke said, "Walter said, did you beat that newcomer to shut up?"
Misty looked a little displeased: "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 to be beaten to ridicule colleagues who have proved their courage and strength? He should be glad that John and I don't know about it recently."
Misty's expression finally calmed down, and she shook her head silently for a moment: "I was too impulsive."
Luke laughed softly: "You are the one who dares to kill that monster with a coat rack. If you don't have such a temper, would you be able to do this?"
Misty exhaled.
It is a habit for the police to stick together. When she was transferred, she injured her colleagues and was easily excluded by the elderly.
Who knew that the "old man" Luke was on her side.
Luke: "Okay, move your body, let's play a game."
Misty hesitated.
At this time, she didn't want to do anything anymore: "I think I understand what you mean, but let's forget about the competition."
Luke stopped the skipping 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 the words fell, he made an uppercut and hit the sandbag.
The heavy sandbag swayed suddenly, almost parallel to the ground, and then fell quickly.
Luke reached out and pressed it, and the falling sandbag stopped again.
Misty's eyes froze: The strength of this punch is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
While she was hesitating, another door opened, and a man walked in with 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. I just want to find a place to train with my friends today."
The man showed a polite smile, stretched out his empty hand, and the two shook hands immediately: "Hi, just call me Steve."
Luke: "Don't worry, we're just having fun and won't bother you. I don't think you can use that by yourself."
He tilted his head towards the ring.
Steve nodded: "It's really not necessary, you can do whatever you want."
Luke took two steps, and waved to Misty who was still not warming up: "Okay, Mrs. Steve is very good, and I don't mind if we use the boxing ring here."
Steve over there couldn't help but glanced at him again, shook his head with a smile, and took his bag to the locker room to change.
While someone was a little too familiar, Steve was used to this kind of treatment.
Besides, Luke looked pleasing to the eye, how could he care about a child.
However, why does this young man look familiar when he smiles? Steve thought about it, but couldn't think of the source of this familiar feeling, so he didn't go any further.
He is an old man, and it is not uncommon for him to feel that certain things are familiar to people inexplicably.
…
Five minutes later, Steve came out in a T-shirt and cotton trousers and returned to the training hall.
Before he opened the door of the passageway, he changed his expression, quickened his pace slightly, pushed the door in, and his eyes immediately fell on the boxing ring.
There, two people were in a fast and fierce confrontation.
The glove hit the person's body, making a dense bang bang sound.
Steve looked solemn and walked over slowly.
On the stage, Luke resisted Misty's attack seriously.
However, his breathing was long, his eyes were not flustered, and his steps advanced and retreated with certainty.
He didn't show any weakness other than not throwing a lot of punches.
Misty's expression became excited.
She struggled to control her strength at the beginning, but now she returned to a normal level, and gradually entered the full attack mode.
This process lasted less than three minutes, and her physical strength couldn't hold it anymore.
Luke still looked normal, with only a little sweat on his face.
At this time, Misty finally let go of the depression in her heart, and swung her right arm violently.
Luke raised his hand in time, opened his glove, and caught the punch.
Boom!
With a heavy muffled sound, he took two steps back and raised his hands to signal to stop.
Misty took a step, then stopped, panting violently.
Only then did she feel tiredness flooding in like a tide.
Thinking of her last punch just now, she screamed in her heart, and quickly asked: "Is your hand okay? I forgot to stay strong just now."
"It's okay, your punch is very strong." Luke moved his wrist a few times, stepped forward, and helped her off the ring: "You take a break first."
With that said, he turned his head to look 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 boxing rules?"
Steve noticed his scrutinizing eyes, and probably understood in his heart that Luke already knew that he was not a simple boxer.
Thinking of the situation of Luke's match just now, his heart was moved.
Forget about Misty, her boxing skills are so good that she can deal with two or three punks.
Not bad for a woman.
Besides, the power of her right arm, or the special prosthetic limb, was quite terrifying, and it would be no problem to kill a gangster with one punch.
But for Steve, it is meaningless to only have a powerful prosthetic limb.
In actual combat, Misty, with ordinary fighting skills, could not hold out for three seconds.
What Steve really paid attention to just now was Luke.
In such a fierce fight, he looked serious, but obviously too relaxed.
Misty had already started using the amazingly powerful prosthesis in the next minute, but the scene was still under his firm control.
The difference in strength between the two is too great, this competition is completely a teaching class.
Misty's last punch was far more powerful and faster than ordinary people, and Luke received it with great accuracy.
Those two steps back were just to increase the distance and end the competition.
His skills and mentality are what makes Steve tempted.
Here, Steve couldn't find anyone to spar with. For a while, he could only train physical fitness and hit sandbags alone here.
Because of this, he is really itchy now.