Chapter 603 - I Forgot!

Luke returned home in the afternoon and thought it was strange when he found the living room empty. Had Claire already gone out today?

But soon, he heard noises from the gym.

He went over and looked through the open door, and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Wasn’t she here on vacation? Why was she training now?

Inside the room, Selina was teaching Claire a certain joint lock.

After a quick glance, Luke realized that it was one of the “forbidden moves” that he had taught Selina, the type that was guaranteed to cripple the opponent.

He thought for a moment before he asked, “Why are you teaching her this?”

Hearing Luke’s voice, Selina turned her head. “You said that this is a lifesaving skill. You don’t want her to learn it?”

Luke hummed in acknowledgement. “Then you should be clear about the situations it can be used in! It’ll be a hassle if she permanently cripples some thief for life.”

Claire’s eyes glowed. “It’s that great?”

Luke heaved a sigh. “It’s not as easy as you think to run into someone that you can use the skill on. Don’t even think about trawling a dangerous area at night for an opponent.”

Claire nodded regretfully. “Fine, that’s indeed unrealistic.”

Robert and Catherine had taught her since she was young not to take meaningless risks with her life.

Of course, for some people, extreme sports weren’t considered meaningless, so nobody stopped Claire from skateboarding and roller skating

Claire was slightly distracted now that Luke was back. “Luke, can you and Selina fight for me to see? The type of real, close-range fight that Selina talks about.”

Luke shook his head. “I’m afraid not.” He didn’t want Selina to be haunted by bad luck, nor did he want to have to pull her into playing blackjack with him.

Claire was disappointed. “No?”

Luke smiled. “Selina has strike training. See if you can reach her level first.”

Claire grew interested again. “Really? I want to

see!”

Kids were really gullible! Luke chuckled inwardly.

He took off his shirt, the holsters under his arms and the gadget belt around his waist. He then picked up two hand targets.

Only then did he smile at Claire. “Watch and learn from Selina.” He turned around and gestured to Selina.

The two of them were practically of one mind, and she knew from his eyes that he wanted her to hold back today.

She could only roll her eyes back at him.

“Start.” At Luke’s instruction, Selina’s fists came at him like a storm.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Claire was shocked. Are you kidding me? As a high school student who loved all sorts of exercise and as cheerleader captain in her last year of high school, Claire had tried out many sports. She had also done some basic Brazilian jiu-jitsu training with Luke, and knew a thing or two about combat.

The strength and speed which Selina was demonstrating were far more advanced than what high school players exhibited in competition.

This wasn’t looking down on Selina, since it wasn’t rare for high school boxers to be more than 1.8 meters tall and weigh around two hundred pounds.

But what Claire didn’t know was that if Selina was trying her best, she could crush most professional middle-weight boxers.

In the end, this fake show which Luke and Selina put on was thrilling enough to make Claire interested in combat training.

She declared that she would have basic combat training with Selina every day for now on.

Luke was hugely relieved; this way, there was no need to worry that this little monkey would never run out of energy.

The next few days were peaceful. Luke and Selina worked on cases as usual.

Occasionally, Luke went for the police training, but he always left quickly after he showed up and checked in.

None of the students in his class had any complaints.

That was because during this period, they had their first class on the basics of firearms.

Peterson had called Luke in again, not to teach the class but to subdue certain arrogant rookies.

Ever since he found out that Luke was an official detective, Peterson’s attitude toward him had done a 180-degree turn.

Those who had the capability should be treated thus.

“Today, Luke will demonstrate the basics of dismantling and assembling a gun,” said Peterson solemnly.

Luke gave him a questioning look: For real? Won’t that be too ruthless?

Peterson replied with a sure gaze: Just wow them and make them shut up.

Helpless, Luke could only step forward and dismantle and reassemble the provided Glock at the speed of a veteran police officer.

Satisfied, Peterson stepped forward. “Okay, if you can reach his level, you pass this class. That’s all for now, take a break.”

Everybody secretly cursed Peterson in their hearts.

Nobody was angry at Luke. After all, he was only doing as Peterson instructed. Peterson didn’t really care how the rookies cursed him. He was already used to it.

Luke cared even less.

After that incident, even fewer people had any objections to Luke leaving early.

This sort of man who shattered the confidence of others shouldn’t be here at all. He was a nightmare for the other students, like when your parents compared you with other kids.

After what Peterson did, none of the students in Luke’s batch tried to worm their way into making friends with Luke.

Only three girls in his class came to him for his number.

Luke could only politely turn them down, and instead gave them the number for his office landline. After all, he was barely in the office.

When Luke went to the training, Selina took the opportunity to help Claire familiarize herself with the dangerous areas in Los Angeles.

Us are

Luke and Selina very quickly went back to their regular routine, since Claire didn’t want to disrupt their work.

Do what you need to do yourself! This was something Robert and Catherine had drilled into her.

Luke was even less inclined to hold her hand, and simply gave Claire an unremarkable necklace that had a tracker in it as a final safety measure.

That afternoon, Luke returned home, only to find that the house was dark.

Nobody was in the living room, and Selina and Claire were murmuring together in the kitchen.

He said, “I’m back.”

At his words, the kitchen door suddenly opened, and Selina and Claire pushed out a cart with a three-layered cake on it.

On the cake were two lit “1” and “9” candles.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…” Selina and Claire sang with big smiles behind the cart.

Dazed, Luke patted his forehead. “It’s my birthday? I completely forgot.” He hadn’t been interested in birthdays at all in his previous life, not in his own or other people’s. He had improved a little now thanks to the influence of the people around him, but not by very much.

He never thought much about birthdays after he left Shackelford, and in the end had forgotten his own birthday.

On the other side, Selina and Claire laughed so hard that they couldn’t continue singing.