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The entire afternoon, Mu Fan was a bit distracted. When Fatty insisted on fighting for over half an hour and couldn't take it anymore, Mu Fan stopped and stood there.
"Mu Fan, what's up?"
"There's something I want to deal with."
"What is it?" Fatty asked curiously, rubbing his wrist.
"Do you know Young Master Wen?" Mu Fan asked lightly.
Fatty was a bit clueless, "Which Young Master Wen?"
"The only son of the Second Councilman," Mu Fan repeated what he heard from Mankun.
"Wen Zheming!?" Fatty frowned and asked Mu Fan, "Why are you suddenly asking about him? This person is ruthless, and his reputation isn't great in the circle."
"He's here too."
"What!!?" Fatty suddenly jumped up. To think he's neighbors with Wen Zheming! What a joke! How come he didn't know!
Mu Fan organized his words and said to Fatty, "My friend's leg was broken. I want to find him."
Fatty got anxious too, "Absolutely not! That person is too dangerous."
Mu Fan squinted his eyes and said calmly, "I must go."
Fatty suddenly remembered this guy was also someone who played dumb and unsuspecting but expressed concern, "Mu Fan, you absolutely must remember not to annoy him; otherwise, the consequences will be severe."
Mu Fan nodded, "I just want to take the time to be his sparring partner."
"Crazy," Fatty mumbled to himself. Trusting Mu Fan's words was as incredible as saying a Star Thief had turned over a new leaf.
"Don't believe me?" Mu Fan raised the punching pad in his hand, nodded to Fatty, "Again!!"
Out of helplessness, Fatty got up and forced himself to continue.
After an afternoon of training, Fatty was too exhausted to even speak. Since he made friends with Mu Fan, he might as well let him do whatever he wants.
There was no sign of fatigue on Mu Fan's face; everything went smoothly all afternoon.
But it was like the calm before the storm; the more peaceful it was now, the more violent it would come.
After changing clothes, Fatty immediately fled this hell with Mu Fan, agreeing to meet at 10 a.m. the next day. Mu Fan also went downstairs to change clothes.
Hmm? That figure?
As Mu Fan walked towards the locker room, he suddenly saw a figure staggering past him. The person leaned to the side just as they passed by Mu Fan.
Mu Fan quickly reached out to help, looking up to see Jeff!
At this moment, Jeff's right eye was swollen, and blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his left eye, squinted to the point of being a slit. Without seeing clearly that it was Mu Fan supporting him, he tried to push him away.
"Get off, I don't need your help."
Mu Fan steadily held Jeff's shoulder. Jeff was a head taller than Mu Fan and almost twice as strong, yet now he was firmly supported by Mu Fan.
"Is it you, kid?" Only then did Jeff see that Mu Fan was the one supporting him.
"Young Master Wen?" Mu Fan mentioned just one name, but Jeff understood his meaning, raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Hmm, struck too hard, couldn't dodge, tough guy. But I stood it, ha..." Jeff moved the wound on his mouth, the pain making his face twitch.
"Tomorrow, I'll go find Chanison, I'll take over." Mu Fan lifted his head, looking at the man beaten into pulp.
"This job is mine. No one, back off!" Jeff felt like he was being underestimated and got angry, forcefully shaking Mu Fan's hand away and staggering into the locker room.
This time, Mu Fan did not stop him, watching Jeff's back with eyes shining, silent, the premonition of the impending battle growing stronger.
When work was done, he received 500 Star Coins. One hour later, Mu Fan appeared punctually at an abandoned factory. No one tripped the alarm. The claw marks on the fine sand on the ground showed some bird had been foraging here.
He'd finish three meals just like that. Should he bring back a few more boxes of nutritional meals in the evening from now on? Mu Fan covered himself with a blanket, gazing at the stars above, as his stomach growled with hunger, today the helmet placed in the locker of room 9, waiting for tomorrow to come.
Mu Fan felt incredibly calm inside, entering a dreamless sleep, surrounded by soft starlight.
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The next day, Mu Fan showed up at the Martial Arts Hall early once again. The cleaning staff were doing their usual routines. After nodding in greeting to the strong man in black at the door, he entered, polished off ten breakfast boxes, then wiped his mouth and went up to the third floor.
The staff in the cafeteria watched Mu Fan's back, thinking that keeping someone like Mu Fan would at least halve the Hall's salary budget; otherwise, they really wouldn't make up for the losses. Could this guy just be here for free meals?
Mu Fan naturally didn't know the thoughts of the people behind him, leisurely walking into training room number 4 on the third floor.
His clothes changed, the wound on his back having disappeared substantially, nearly gone. In this regard, Mu Fan was terribly carefree and only felt very hungry when he came this morning!!
PO Battle Net? Gravity Room?
A lot happened at the Martial Arts Hall yesterday; today, Mu Fan had a slight urge to vent his feelings somewhat, so he decided to visit the PO Battle Net to see if he could find Black! If not, then having a spar with the crazy Fighter Instructor would be okay; he felt a bit inexplicably irritable!!
Mu Fan took out the light computer helmet, pressed the start button, and his vision turned black, returning to the familiar scene again.
"Dear 'Egg Lord,' would you like to enter the PO Battle Net?"
Yes, wait, system, is there a rename option?
"Sorry, player 'Egg Lord' does not have the rename permission."
Damn Black, Mu Fan gritted his teeth a bit. Never mind, enter.
The light fog dissipated, and Mu Fan was back where he logged off yesterday. Even now, it was still bustling with people since it wasn't just people from one Planet. It was always crowded here.
Quietly observing the wide street, with district transporters coming and going endlessly, weaving like shuttles. Here, there weren't the congested vehicles of reality, no blasting horns, no tumultuous crowds. Various models, seen or unseen in reality, mostly nameless floating cars filed in and out in an orderly manner.
As Mu Fan stood among them, staring, he nearly slipped into a trance; this place felt like a paradisiacal haven, no wonder people were fascinated.
On both sides, various shops like "Mechanical Repair Shop," "Mecha Parts Store," "Underground Exchange," and others with various signs had Mu Fan itching to move.
Could it be because of what was on his mind? Today, he felt like he was missing something. Mu Fan confirmed his thoughts, rooting in Mankun. Things unfinished, thoughts unfulfilled.
Jeff held on, took the initiative.
Jeff couldn't hold on, took the initiative.
Hmm, simple and rough, Mu Fan's thoughts cleared a bit, so what's next? Go fight Fighters!!!!
Dying twice, intolerable! Mu Fan couldn't let go of yesterday's brutal deaths; what on earth was Black up to? With only seventy percent of his strength displayed, at least after getting used to the PO Battle Net's rhythm a bit yesterday, today would be different!!! Wait until Fatty arrived to handle the rest of the business!
Speaking, he moved, finding the nearest transport point!
Mu Fan stepped into the light circle, headed to Base 341!
On a distant Planet, an extensive super light computer database, a code segment finally completed after over ten hours of automatic refinement and passed logical screening.
PO Battle Net data subdatabase!!
A data stream instantly formed, and then a few waveform-like ripples flashed across the monitoring screen and disappeared, while the staff just happened not to be in front of the screen at the time.
At the PO Battle Net's data subdatabase, code-named Base 341, a new recruit training base at that moment was split in two within the Battle Net world, seemingly overlapping, then merging back into one again, except that the mystery lay in the metal gate that one entered.
Originally, the many players inside base 341 only felt their vision go dark, then return to normal.
Mu Fan was standing in the corridor of Base 341 now, facing the familiar metal revolving gate. The countdown on the electronic screen beside it had reached zero, and the screen's background turned green.
"New recruit 'Egg Lord,' hello, this is your Base 341 training ground."
Mu Fan didn't notice the two extra words in the system's speech.
"Please select training project one, Single Soldier Combat training. Two, Mecha driving training."
"Single Soldier Combat option."
The metallic revolving gate opened, and the dark corridor vanished...
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