Chapter 68 Survivors

Ino Community.

Luke arranged to meet Little Fatty today to teach him how to fight.

No, it was to exercise.

Students fighting isn't unusual; almost every school has it, but it's rare to hear of athletes getting beaten up.

Why?

They're strong and have a group of equally strong friends. It's a surprise they don't beat up others.

As soon as Harley parked in the yard, Little Fatty heard the noise and ran out excitedly.

"Luke, you're late."

Luke took off his helmet, "Something came up today. It was busy at the station."

Luke glanced at his watch, "Let's start. I have to leave by eight."

Little Fatty was a bit disappointed, "I thought you were staying home tonight."

"I wish I could, but... I have a mission."

"Come on, I'm not a kid anymore. Don't use that excuse on me."

Little Fatty leaned in curiously and whispered, "Are you with that lady lawyer? I won't tell mom."

Luke countered, "What about your little girlfriend Maggie? When are you going to tell mom?"

"Uh-oh..." Little Fatty looked a bit guilty and glanced towards the door, "You win. Let's start, I've been waiting long enough."

"Good. What do you want to learn?"

"I don't know. What can you teach me?"

"Boxing, grappling, sanda, wrestling. You can choose one."

"Wow, you know so many fighting styles. I didn't know that."

Luke had learned boxing in this life, and grappling, sanda, and wrestling in his past life, "There's a lot you don't know. Don't waste time."

Little Fatty thought for a moment, "I want to learn boxing."

"Why?"

"That jerk Andrew hit me with his fists. I want to hit back."

"Okay, I have a pair of gloves and protective gear in my room. You can use them."

Soon, Luke brought a pair of black gloves and protective gear for Little Fatty.

Seeing Luke put a helmet on him, Little Fatty worried, "Are you going to hit me?"

"To learn how to fight, you have to start by getting hit."

"You're not serious, right?" Little Fatty's face changed instantly.

"Either get hit by me or by Andrew. You choose."

Little Fatty didn't hesitate long, "Okay, just go easy on me."

Seeing him like this, Luke really wanted to hit him.

"Look at me." Luke assumed a boxing stance, "To practice boxing, you need to learn to anticipate, move flexibly, block, and maintain the right distance for attacking and defending.

If you can anticipate, move, and block, it's okay to get hit a few times. If you can't block, one punch could knock you out."

"I'm going to start attacking now." With that, Luke threw a straight punch at Little Fatty's face.

Little Fatty quickly raised both arms to block.

Luke's fist went through his arms and stopped a centimeter from his cheek, "Jack, your arms are too high and too far apart. This is ineffective blocking."

Luke taught seriously, and Little Fatty learned earnestly.

After half an hour, Luke realized boxing wasn't suitable for Little Fatty.

He learned blocking quickly, and his anticipation was okay, but he was too fat, not flexible enough, and lacked stamina. He'd be at a disadvantage in a fight.

"Jack, this isn't working. The most important thing in boxing is footwork. You need to move flexibly."

Little Fatty was already panting and wiped the sweat from his face with his arm, "Can I take a break?"

Luke sighed, "I think you should build up your stamina first. Without enough stamina, you'll get tired after a few punches and just get beaten up."

Little Fatty plopped down on the lawn, "How long do I need to train before I can beat Andrew?"

"From what I saw, Andrew has some boxing training. He's not an expert, but he's definitely better than you. You're just starting, so it's too early to ask that."

"What if he hits me again?"

Luke thought for a moment, "Andrew practices boxing, so beating him at his own game won't be easy.

Actually, I suggest you try something else. You might find something more suitable."

"What should I practice?"

"Wrestling."

"Why wrestling?"

"You're heavier, so wrestling can leverage your body advantage."

"Do you really think I'm better suited for wrestling?"

"Andrew probably hasn't learned wrestling. No matter how well you do, you'll be better than him in this area. At least you won't just get beaten."

Little Fatty thought for a moment and agreed with his brother. Andrew was already better at boxing.

If he practiced boxing, he'd have to learn and become better than Andrew to win.

Honestly, he wasn't confident.

He didn't have the patience to wait. By the time he got good, his girlfriend might already be taken.

Wrestling, on the other hand, was something neither of them knew.

If he learned it, he'd be better than Andrew and have a chance to win.

"I want to learn wrestling!" Little Fatty was motivated again.

"Let me explain the basics of wrestling first. There are a few key points.

Grip: Hold your opponent firmly, any part or clothing.

Hip and waist strength: Use it to throw or take down your opponent.

Leg strength: Stand firm and learn techniques like hooking, sweeping, and tripping.

Endurance: This requires a lot of practice.

..."

After explaining the basics, Luke started teaching his brother wrestling.

He also mixed in some grappling techniques.

Luke's fighting skills were diverse, and his teaching was too.

His goal wasn't to make his brother a top fighter, just better than the average person.

The training method was customized for Little Fatty, summarized simply.

Use wrestling and grappling techniques to take down the opponent, then use weight advantage to subdue or strike.

...

The next morning.

Police Department.

Deputy Chief Reid entered the office and clapped his hands, "Everyone, stop what you're doing. I have an announcement.

The severely corroded Ford car has been tested, repaired, and matched. It's identical to the vehicle in the 'Tyerson Manor Disappearance Case.' The department has decided to reopen the investigation.

The deputy team leader asked, "What about the DNA results of the two skeletons in the car?"

Reid explained, "According to the forensic report, the two skeletons have been dead for almost twenty years. Extracting DNA samples from the old bones is challenging and takes more time.

But the Ford's engine number is unique and can't be faked.

This is a major discovery and new evidence. I think it's time to reopen the case.

By the way, I was involved in the investigation twenty years ago..."

The deputy team leader said, "I agree.

The death time of the skeletons matches the timeframe of the victims in the Tyerson Manor Disappearance Case. I think we should start investigating now instead of waiting.

I don't want to miss the best investigation window like we did twenty years ago."

Reid placed a file on the projector, "This is the file from the 'Tyerson Manor Disappearance Case' twenty years ago. There were three victims, missing on August 6, 2002.

The manor's mistress, Anna Miller, born February 4, 1970.

Her son, Stuart Miller, born March 7, 1992.

Her little daughter, Lily Miller, born June 9, 2000.

..."

Luke carefully reviewed the information on the projector. Judging by the victims' ages, the two skeletons in the car were likely Anna Miller and Stuart Miller.

This means the little daughter, Lily Miller, might still be alive.