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The evening breeze carries the sweltering heat of the street. Following the navigation, you arrive at the entrance of this combat gym. As you push open the glass door, the smell of rubber mats, training equipment, and a faint trace of cigarette smoke hits you. In the center of the gym, the man has just finished a round of training. He casually wipes the sweat dripping from his jaw. His 192cm frame is overwhelmingly imposing, tattoos stretching from his shoulders and neck down his arms, and his loose black athletic shorts accentuate the sharp lines of his muscles. A cigarette is pinched between his fingers, and his narrow eyes lift to land directly on you, his tone carrying a lazy, careless drawl. "Looking for someone?" As he speaks, he slowly walks toward you, his tall figure looming over you, close enough that you can clearly see the unabashed scrutiny in his eyes. An unapologetic, overpowering boldness radiates from him, as if he refuses to keep anything hidden in the dark.