The sound of banging was incessant. When Gao Guang arrived at the gym, he saw Mike fiercely beating a sandbag.

There were many people practicing combat, and the gym was a public space. Whenever Mike started practicing his basic skills, someone would always exclaim in awe.

"Wow, so fast."

"This guy is like a beast."

Two middle-aged men whispered to each other, while Mike's coach, a muscular black man, shouted loudly beside him, "Footwork! Footwork! Pay attention to your footwork!"

There was nothing particularly stunning or applause-worthy about the scene, but Mike's physical fitness was enough to make most of the people training here fearful.

Football players already had a strong physique, but Mike was a high school star running back and made it into the famous college team. It was almost certain that he would enter the NFL and play professional games. All of these things reflected how strong his body was.

Now, Mike had been officially training in combat for over two months, and his progress was so fast that even the coach couldn't believe it.

Although they were just basic movements and techniques, Mike understood the importance of fundamentals very well and was willing to train them well. Moreover, he was very disciplined. The most deadly thing was that he seemed to have a talent for combat, which was terrifying.

Just as Mike didn't want to train shooting with Gao Guang, Gao Guang also didn't want to train combat with Mike because he would feel inferior and think that all the routines he had trained since childhood were a joke.

Gao Guang withdrew his gaze and started punching the dummy in front of him obediently. There were four other new students training with him, and the coach would let them practice together later. However, Gao Guang felt that whether he trained combat or not, it seemed meaningless.

Like Gao Guang, the other four students were also lacking energy because they all had the same question in mind: what's the use of training well when faced with a monster like Mike? They would just end up being knocked out with one punch.

There was no benefit to training with a genius. Besides having their confidence shattered, there was no other effect.

"Fortunately, I have a gun."

The student who was training with Gao Guang this time should be from the Los Angeles Police Department. The four of them were sent here at public expense to enhance their combat abilities, but it wasn't clear whether they were or not because the coach didn't explain anyone's identity. However, they could tell when the four of them chatted casually.

The person speaking seemed to be around thirty years old, not too tall or muscular. He looked like someone who worked in an office. He looked at Gao Guang and whispered, "When encountering such a monster, it's better to just shoot. I wouldn't choose to fight him with my fists."

Only now did Gao Guang realize that the person beside him was talking to him, so he quickly nodded and whispered, "That's right, it would be stupid to fight him with fists."

Although Mike was one of them, objectively speaking, if they were to fight someone like Mike, it would definitely involve using a gun. There was nothing more to say about it.

"Walton Marshall, nice to meet you."

The person next to him suddenly reached out his hand to Gao Guang and introduced himself. Gao Guang stopped punching and shook hands with the enthusiastic Walton, saying, "Hello, I'm Gao Guang."

The two shook hands, and Walton smiled, saying, "I'm from the Robbery and Homicide Division of the Los Angeles Police Department. Which unit are you from?"

Indeed, he was a police officer, and Gao Guang had nothing to hide, so he immediately said, "I'm from PMC. King Defense Company is mine."

Walton didn't have any special thoughts either. He was just surprised and said, "I think I've heard of King Defense Company. Isn't it in the North Hollywood area?"

"That's right, you really know."

Walton laughed and said, "I'm in charge of that area. Robberies in North Hollywood are on the rise, and I often have dealings with companies responsible for home security. It seems like your company also has many residential customers, right?"

Gao Guang smiled and said, "We used to, but we have already transferred the home security business."

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread dot com".

It felt like the world was sometimes small. He actually met someone with connections at the training camp.

At this moment, Walton lowered his voice and said to Gao Guang, "Can we be in the same group when we practice later?"

Gao Guang was a little puzzled, and Walton continued in a low voice, "I don't want to be a target for the coach's demonstration. Did you see my colleagues? They are all strong. Buddy, it's best for the two of us to be in the same group. Do you understand what I mean?"

Gao Guang finally understood. It turned out that Walton was greeting him proactively and trying to avoid being thrown out and shown off later, as well as not wanting to wrestle or fight with his colleagues.

It was a bit strange. Why didn't Walton want to be in the same group as his colleagues?

Looking at Walton's three colleagues, they seemed average and didn't look like they could fight well.

But looking at Walton again, although he wasn't old, there were signs of weight gain. He was about 1.75 meters tall and weighed around 170-180 pounds. He was chubby with a rosy face.

He didn't look much like a police officer and gave off a somewhat too gentle vibe. Gao Guang firmly believed that Walton must work in an office.

Because if Walton didn't work in an office, he would definitely recognize Mike, who often went to North Hollywood to buy things for zero dollars.

"Uh, sure, let's be in the same group."

Gao Guang thought Walton's invitation was normal, but when he was talking to Walton, he saw one of Walton's colleagues turn his head and glance in their direction.

Something was off about his gaze. It was full of disgust and contempt. After glancing at Walton, the person immediately whispered something to his companion, and then all three of Walton's colleagues turned their heads to look over.

"Stop warming up. Now we'll start practicing in pairs. I need a volunteer to demonstrate with me. Who wants to?"

Gao Guang's combat class was very scattered, and why did he have to train with others at the same time? It was because he didn't ask the instructor for individual training, and also because it was best to have a sparring partner when practicing combat. So, when he attended this practical combat class for the first time, he encountered these four new students.

Three people looked at Gao Guang, so the instructor also looked at Gao Guang, but Gao Guang did not raise his hand voluntarily.

The instructor had to choose someone, and he pointed to Gao Guang. Just as he was about to speak, Warton next to him hurriedly said, "Instructor, Warton and I have similar levels, and we already know each other. It would be best if we can be partners."

The instructor, a middle-aged man in his forties, was a bit puzzled, but since Warton had spoken, he wouldn't force Gao Guang to be his demonstration.

In fact, Gao Guang really wanted to practice with the instructor because that would be the most effective.

The instructor pointed to the tallest and strongest-looking person and said, "You come."

The tallest and strongest-looking person glanced at Warton and smiled meaningfully. He said to the instructor, "Instructor, I want to know if there is a free combat session in this combat class."

"There is."

"That's good."

He smiled meaningfully at Warton again, and Warton's colleague stood in front of the instructor.

The rest of the process went smoothly. The instructor demonstrated the moves, and the two teams of students imitated them. The speed gradually increased, but the instructor was definitely the winner.

Gao Guang wanted to practice well, but Warton seemed distracted. As a result, when Gao Guang threw a punch, Warton, who should have blocked his fist with his arm and then counterattacked, lazily lifted his arm, and Gao Guang's fist hit Warton's face.

"Oops, sorry."

"Sorry."

Gao Guang wasn't very fast, but he always had some speed. If he was too slow, it would lose the training effect. So, this punch wouldn't cause any trouble, at most just a little push.

Gao Guang apologized, and Warton, who had been punched, quickly apologized to him. Just when Gao Guang felt a bit confused, the two people who were sparring next to them stopped.

"What are you doing! Bastard!"

A loud shout, and then a person who didn't seem angry but rather joyful came towards Gao Guang. He pushed Gao Guang's chest forcefully and said sternly, "Why did you hit someone! Are you looking for trouble?"

What does this mean?

Gao Guang was pushed, and while he was still in shock, Warton hurriedly said, "Stop! What are you trying to do! I warn you not to make trouble!"

Gao Guang realized that Warton's colleague wasn't looking for trouble with him, but was trying to provoke Warton. And now, he was coming towards him, using him as an excuse.

"Hit him!"

The person who was demonstrating with the instructor suddenly shouted, and then came towards Gao Guang. He raised his fist, looking very aggressive.

Gao Guang was certain that no matter how fierce these people were towards him, it was just for show. But as long as Warton stopped his colleague, then Warton would be the one to get beaten up.

This was a deliberate setup, and it was extremely blatant, without any twists or turns. They were determined to drag Warton into it.

The instructor was dumbfounded. He immediately rushed towards Gao Guang and shouted, "What are you trying to do! This is combat training, isn't it normal to make mistakes? Don't you understand?"

The person who was sparring with the instructor ignored him and angrily said to Warton, "What are you doing? We are helping you, but you're protecting him?"

This person's skill in provoking was really strong, and his method of setting up was despicable and shameless, but it was effective.

The instructor was astonished and said, "What are you trying to do? You..."

At this moment, the person who had pushed Gao Guang suddenly reached out again and pushed Gao Guang's chest without any warning. Gao Guang staggered, but he managed to maintain his balance because of his stable footing and years of training. If it weren't for that, he would have fallen down.

Gao Guang was also careless. He thought that these people were just trying to involve Warton in some convoluted way and had nothing to do with him. But now, these people were still targeting him as if he was the excuse.

Warton was both shocked and angry. He was about to speak when suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted in the gym.

"What are you doing!"

Gao Guang, who had just regained his balance, looked in horror behind him. The person who had pushed him seemed to be stunned, and the burly man who had been sparring with the instructor instinctively protected his chest with his hands.

Everything happened because of Mike. Mike had some problems in his head, but when he got angry, he would act without hesitation.

His temper was already explosive, and he had been tormented by Thompson countless times without daring to vent his anger. But now, when he turned his head and saw that Gao Guang had been pushed, it was like pressing the detonation button, and Mike immediately exploded.

The instructor opened his arms, seemingly wanting to stop Mike, but after just one glance at Mike, he immediately jumped to the side and shouted, "Stop him! No, run for your life!"

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