Amy Adams smiled slightly and poured him a drink, "You're a road worker, right?"
"Yes, and I'm also a boxer."
Link added with a bit more confidence on his face.
"Oh, I heard you're a stepping stone?"
Amy Adams laughed.
"I'm not a stepping stone."
Link emphasized.
"They use people like you to let other boxers climb up."
As a guest came over, Amy Adams got busy at the bar again.
Link's face showed a hint of shame as he clenched his fists and said, "I've lost a few fights before, but that's not my real strength, I'll show my true ability in the next match."
"Sure, he'll still lose the match in the end."
A drunkard at the bar jeered at him, slapping a bill on the countertop, "Carly, a soda and a whiskey, one of them's on you, now get your sexy ass moving, hahaha~"
"Buddy, show some respect when you speak."
Link shouted angrily, grabbing the drinker's collar.
"Hey, don't hurt your hand, you've got a fight next week."