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Boxing Club.

"Are you on drugs?"

Seeing Adam perform such an inhuman feat, Bald Deck froze at first, then showed a look of realization.

As a professional who dealt in violence, he knew the limits of the human body extremely well.

The world record for a standing jump was 1.65 meters.

That was the official public record.

But masters could be found among ordinary people.

The highest unofficial record was said to be 1.9 meters.

Yet even in legend, no one had surpassed two meters.

That was nowhere near Adam, who had casually cleared a height of 2.32 meters.

A little higher was a whole different world.

With a single leap, Adam had done something even a seasoned professional like him could not imagine. Given Adam's identity as a doctor, he could only conclude that Adam had taken some special drug.

He was completely high.

"How about you take a piss so I can drug-test you?"

Adam mocked, "I thought we came here to fight, not flirt, trade insults, and take off our pants?"

"Doesn't matter."

Bald Deck's gaze turned cold as he clenched his fists. "Come on. You don't need to take off your pants. I'll help you piss them."

"..."

Adam's mouth twitched. He no longer wanted to talk.

If it had been Black Widow, he might have been in the mood to trade barbs before fighting.

But the man before him was a bald, scruffy old brute. Adam truly could not be bothered to say anything that might be taken the wrong way.

This wasn't boys' love fiction!

So he merely raised a hand and crooked his fingers.

Bald Deck clearly could not be bothered with more nonsense either. He lunged forward with nimble movements, driving a fist straight at Adam's face.

Adam's expression darkened.

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