"Of course."
"You've just finished training, I'll give you forty minutes to rest. I don't want to win unscrupulously." Natasha glanced at her watch before leaving the training room.
Soon after, Luke heard her shouting downstairs, seemingly talking to the other trainees.
Luke was indeed tired, he picked up a bottle of mineral water and sat down on the floor, gulping down half a bottle.
After resting for a while, Luke started to stretch, which helped to relax his muscles.
"Tat tat…"
Footsteps sounded from outside.
From the sound alone, Luke knew it wasn't Natasha; her footsteps were heavy, whereas these were lighter.
"Creak…" The door opened.
A graceful figure walked into the training room, it was Orty from Pinkerton Detective Agency.
"What brings you here?" Luke stood up and sized her up.
Orty was dressed in a black dress, somewhat resembling a cheongsam, with a slender waist and long legs, and she was holding a blue purse—hardly someone you would connect with this place.
