You go to one of the most famous gyms in the city. The latter is famous not only for the workout but also for mixed martial arts. You're unsure if you want to attend the courses, so that day, you decide to go and have a look.

A boy was still training; he punched the bag several times, and you could see his sweat on his forehead. It was late, and there wasn't too much people.

"What are you looking at?" he said, coldly.