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His eyes firmly fixed on King, filled with a resolve of burning all bridges.

Luke had misunderstood James's meaning.

He thought James meant that even if the match were lost and the prisoner was to be handed over to Interpol, there would still be other ways to interrogate her.

But from Luke's perspective, he had to keep Vera South here.

Otherwise, it would be a disgrace for the Special Division.

After sending out ten people, they still couldn't defeat King, and if word got out that they had the advantage yet lost the fight, it would be humiliating!

He had to save their dignity!

Luke took a deep breath and launched an attack at King!

Unfortunately, Luke wasn't in the same league as King. Before Luke's fist could reach King's face, King stepped to the side, landing a punch on Luke's shoulder.

Luke felt an agonizing pain, and he almost couldn't raise his left arm!

Staggering back, he steadied himself, then moved his shoulder, realizing it was dislocated. Bearing the pain, he used his other arm to snap it back into position with a "clack".

Just one exchange left him drenched in sweat from the pain.

Seeing his condition, King couldn't help but laugh, "You're no match for me. Give up."

He spoke perfect English.

Working in the Special Division meant dealing with important matters, so Luke knew English well. He stared at King and replied, "Giving up is out of the question."

King raised an eyebrow in surprise, then gave him a thumbs-up. "You have my respect."

Luke didn't waste his breath. Instead, he stepped forward and attacked again.

The two of them were quickly engaged in combat.

Luke was at a complete disadvantage and was overpowered. Even the onlookers, including Holly, who knew nothing of martial arts, could tell Luke had no chance of winning.

This realization gradually filled everyone with despair.

Terry's eyes flickered, and he shouted toward Luke. "Luke, stop fighting! You can't win! Save your strength!"

Engrossed in combating King, Luke got distracted by this remark and was struck once again on the shoulder!

He was hit in the same spot, and the pain was even more intense than before. Luke stumbled and fell to his knees, turning pale with pain.

Terry immediately yelled, "Luke, just give in!"

But Luke clenched his teeth and glanced fiercely at his shoulder.

King still maintained some sense of humanity. He didn't press forward but stood at a distance and said, "Give up. You're no match for me."

Luke immediately shook his head. "I won't!"

King frowned.

After taking a deep breath and getting accustomed to the pain in his shoulder, Luke slowly stood up, ready to reset his dislocated shoulder once again.

With his eyes turning red, Terry said, "Luke, just give up. If your shoulder gets hit again, it could lead to habitual dislocations, and you might never use this arm again!"

Luke angrily turned his head to Terry and snapped, "Shut your mouth!"

Terry lowered his head immediately, letting out a sigh.

Brian was clutching his waist and glanced at Terry. Keira could see that Brian had begun to harbor doubts about Terry.

Keira turned her gaze back to the combat platform.

Luke put the other hand on his shoulder, preparing to reset the joint, when the head of Interpol spoke to King. "What are you waiting for? Finish this match, and stop wasting time!"

King sighed and looked at Luke. "You are an opponent I respect, but my head won't allow me to give you any more time. Sorry!"

After saying this, before Luke could fix his shoulder, King attacked aggressively. Luke was startled and rolled on the spot...

But by a cruel twist of fate, he landed on his injured arm!

The pain slowed his reaction, and the next moment, King grabbed his injured arm and lifted him into the air.

He looked at Luke and asked, "Do you concede?"

Lifting off the floor by King, Luke shouted, "No!"

King then flung him forcefully out of the ring!

Luke grabbed King's shoulder and pulled himself back.

King sighed when he saw this. "Why must you do this?" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Luke fixed his gaze on him. "I'd rather die than surrender. You cannot tarnish the honor of the Special Division!"

King was momentarily stunned.

At this moment, the head of Interpol spoke again, "King, no more holding back."

Hearing this, King's pupils shrank, and he let out a sigh before looking at Luke. "I'm sorry!"

With those words, he slammed Luke to the ground with a heavy thud!

"Thump!"

Luke felt as though his body had been run over by a truck, the pain almost making him faint.