“Dylan, one on one street fight, one round, 12 minutes!” One of Dylan’s workers here in the gym that he owns yells.

“What’s the catch and who’s the challenger?” He yells back while punching.

“Dude, what is your name?” I did not answer. I walk to the ring where Dylan is. He has trained with Wallace I guess.

“I’m the challenger, friendly match.” He stopped punching and looks at me then grins.

“You’re lowkey to ask a fight huh. I like your tactics. Not like your short-tempered friends. They just punch directly. By the way, how did you come up here? You’re not a customer downstairs either.”

“You don’t need...