Meeting Steve

"Guns? I have Guns too."

As soon as Ray finished speaking, two pistols appeared in his hands instantly. Before the people on the opposite side could react, Ray fired both pistols, "Bang! Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

A series of intense gunshots sounded closely and briefly, and all the gunmen on Johnny's side clasped their arms and froze in pain, all the guns in their hands fell to the ground.

In a short moment, the situation on the field reversed.

Putting the pistol with white smoke from the muzzle casually on the coffee table in front of him, Ray glanced at Johnny, who was holding his arms, his forehead covered in a cold sweat.

"It seems that I have the final say here, what do you think?" Ray asked playfully.

"Yes...Yes!" Johnny felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat. The other party's marksmanship was too good. He didn't even see him move just now.

"Then you can leave." Ray waved his hand and said.

It seems that Johnny didn't expect Ray to let him go so easily. Johnny was stunned for a while before he realized it. He quickly took his men and left.

"Should you really just let them go?" When they were pointed at by the gun just now, Carl and the others broke out in a cold sweat, but they didn't flinch. Ray was quite satisfied with their performance.

Ray knew what Carl meant, he was worried that they might retaliate again.

"It's not the right time."

Ray picked up the coffee that Albert just poured and took a sip.

Albert was the most calm here except for Ray, except when Johnny drew his gun on him, he stepped two steps forward but he was blocked by Ray. At other times, he quietly stood behind Ray with a coffee pot.

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Outside the martial arts hall,

Steve watched a group of gangsters rush into the martial arts hall. He was worried about the safety of the people inside and was about to call the police. But after a loud fight, the inside turned calm.

Steve was at a loss for what to do when a dense and brief gunshot sounded, making Steve's face change.

Soon a group of people withdrew and left quickly.

Steve hurriedly ran towards the martial arts hall, and with an uneasy mood, he put his hand on the door.

The closed-door was pushed easily. It seemed that they were in a hurry to leave, and even forgot to close the door of the "crime scene".

Steve's bad feeling became stronger.

Uneasy and tangled in his heart, Steve, who imagined various possible scenarios, was stunned at the moment when the door was fully opened.

No corpses were lying on the ground, or blood like a river. The people in the room were sitting on the sofa intact talking about something, when they heard the sound of his door opening, they turned their heads in unison and looked at him with strange eyes.

Looking at the sporadic blood on the ground in front of the door, Steve realized that he might have made a misassumption.

The criminals just now were not in a hurry to leave the crime scene, but were beaten!

Steve, couldn't help blushing under the watchful eyes of Ray and the others, "Well, I... just saw... the door was not closed..."

Steve didn't know how to explain it. He came in here rashly. He couldn't just say that he thought they were all killed. The expression on his face was very weird.

"Come in." Ray looked at the thin figure at the door. The expression on his face was a little weird, but it still couldn't hide the kindness and integrity. If others had been here, they would never have come.

"You saw the group of people coming in and heard gunshots. You were afraid that something would happen to us?" Ray explained.

"Yes...Yes, sir." Steve felt relieved and glanced at Ray gratefully.

"Come and sit. Eddie, get him a cup." Ray invited.

It would be bad to decline such a polite invitation so, he entered.

After calming down a little he looked at the room carefully. The independent training room was covered with thick floor mats. There was a small ring in the corner of the hall. The spacious hall was covered with solid wood floors, and the walls were neatly arranged There were several weapon racks on the walls, full of various long and short weapons, most of which Steve has never seen.

Only a set of sofa and coffee table was placed near the window. The layout of the entire martial arts hall was very simple and neat, and it was not as magnificent as Steve imagined.

Steve lingered for a long time before he sat down in front of Ray.

The white-haired old butler poured him a cup of coffee, and then he and a few others left to clean up the hall that was messed up by the mafia.

"Ray, the owner of this Martial Arts Hall." Ray raised his cup and signaled Steve to try it too.

"Steve Rogers, from Brooklyn, an ordinary worker." Steve did not feel inferior because of his identity as a worker.

He took a deep breath and calmed down. The calm Steve seemed neither humble nor arrogant, After introducing himself, he took a sip of the coffee, and relaxed.

Yeah, That is like The Captain America in Ray's memory.

"You don't look like an ordinary worker," Ray said with a smile.

"I don't think I am any special," Steve said with some self-deprecation thinking of his thin body.

"There is a saying, Physical bravery is an animal instinct; moral bravery is much higher and truer courage." Ray's tone was gentle.

"There are many powerful people, but very few people have real courage. It is the most important thing for a strong person."

"The people you saw outside just now, do you think they are strong?" Ray raised his finger and asked outside.

Steve recalled what the mafia looked like, "They all looked strong."

"But they were defeated. In the face of people stronger than them, they did not have the courage to resist and ran away like cowards, so they are all weak. And you, have a brave heart, so in my opinion, you are stronger than them." Ray looked at Steve and said.

"But my body..." Steve said but was interrupted.

Ray waved his hand, "The body is external, and it can be strengthened through exercise. The important thing is to have the courage to fight in the face of an enemy stronger than yourself, and Never Give Up!"

Steve's inner desire couldn't help but get stronger by Ray's words.

"So, can I learn from you?" Summoning up his courage, Steve asked Ray nervously.

Ray nodded affirmatively, "Of course, you can."

"But I don't have money," Steve said a little disappointed.

"I still lack an apprentice here. In addition to learning martial arts, I also lack someone responsible for sanitation and chores. The salary is not much, $50 per month, what do you think?" Ray did not offer him a high salary all at once, giving too much will only make people suspicious.

"Really? Thank you, I will definitely work hard!" Steve said excitedly.

The salary here was much higher than the factory, and he could learn martial arts and become stronger. Steve felt that his life had a new beginning, and he was full of gratitude to Ray, he secretly vowed to work and study hard, to live up to Ray's trust.

After Steve left, Ray finished his last sip of coffee and stood up from the sofa.

"Eddie, I'm going out."