Uncle Frank: Motherf*cker

New York was still gloomy the next day, and it was drizzling.

Frank was punching a sandbag in the training room when the doorbell rang.

When he opened the door, Puncher, who was wearing the same gray hoodie, raised the paper bag in his hand. "Want some?"

Expressionless, Frank turned to the side and let him in. "I've eaten."

Luke walked in. "Then do you need me to set some aside for you for lunch?"

Frank just shook his head and closed the door. They sat on the living room couch.

Luke took out a cheeseburger from the big paper bag and took a bite. "How was your break?"

Frank: "Not bad."

Luke reached for a remote on the coffee table and pressed a button, and the windows immediately turned into one-way glass.