Mu Fan was a little absent-minded throughout the afternoon. When the fat man continued to fight for more than half an hour and couldn't hold it anymore, Mu Fan stopped and stood there.
"Mu Fan, what's wrong?"
"I have something I want to deal with."
"What's the matter?" The fat man asked curiously, rubbing his wrist.
"Master Wen, do you know?" Mu Fan asked lightly.
The fat man was a little confused, "Which Young Master Wen?"
"The only son of the second congressman." Mu Fan repeated what he heard from Man Kun.
"Wen Zheming!?" The fat man frowned and asked Mu Fan, "Why did you suddenly ask about him? This person is ruthless and has a bad reputation in the circle."
"He's here too."
"What!!?" The fat man suddenly jumped up. He and Wen Zheming are neighbors! What a joke! Why didn't he know!
Mu Fan compiled his words and said to the fat man: "My friend's leg was broken, and I want to go find him."
The fat man was also anxious: "Absolutely not! That person is too dangerous."
Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "I have to go."
The fat man suddenly remembered that this guy was also a pig pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, but he said with concern: "Mu Fan, you must remember not to offend him, otherwise we will really be left with nothing to eat."
Mu Fan nodded, "I just want to find time to be his sparring partner."
"Go crazy." Fatty murmured to himself. If he could believe Mu Fan's words, it would be as exaggerated as saying that the star thief would become a good man.
"Don't you believe me?" Mu Fan raised the boxing target in his hand and nodded to the fat man, "Come again!!"
The fat man had no choice but to stand up.
After an afternoon of training, Fatty was so tired that he didn't want to talk at all. Now that he has made Mu Fan a friend, he can do whatever he wants.
There was no trace of fatigue on Mu Fan's face, and he spent the whole afternoon peacefully.
But just like the calm before the storm, the calmer it is now, the more violent it is.
After changing clothes, Fatty immediately escaped from this purgatory with Mu Fan around, and made an appointment to meet at 10 o'clock tomorrow. Mu Fan also went downstairs to change clothes.
Hmm? That figure?
Mu Fan lowered his head and walked towards the dressing room, when he suddenly saw a figure staggering past. Mu Fan's body tilted as he passed by.
Mu Fan quickly offered his hand and looked up, Zeref!
At this moment, Zeref's right eye was swollen and bulging, and the blood from the corner of his left eye could not stop flowing. His eyes were almost narrowed to a slit, and he failed to see that it was Mu Fan who was holding him up, and he wanted to push him away.
"Go away, I don't need your help."
Mu Fan firmly held Zeref's shoulders with his hands. Zeref was a full head taller than Mu Fan and almost twice as strong. However, at this moment, Zeref was firmly supported by Mu Fan.
"Is it you, kid?" Only then did Zeref see clearly that it was Mu Fan who was supporting him.
"Master Wen?" Mu Fan only mentioned one name, but Zeref understood what he meant and raised his palm to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Well, the attack was too harsh, and I couldn't avoid it. It was a tough blow. But I resisted, haha..." Zeref stretched the wound at the corner of his mouth, and his face twitched in pain.
"I'll go find Chanison tomorrow. I'll come up." Mu Fan raised his head and looked at the big man whose face was beaten into flowers.
"This job belongs to me, no one can take it from me!" Zeref felt as if he was being looked down upon and got angry. He threw Mu Fan's hand away and staggered into the locker room.
Mu Fan did not stop him this time. He looked at Zeref's back with bright eyes and remained silent. The premonition of an imminent battle in his heart was getting closer.
After finishing the work, he took the 500 star coins with both hands. An hour later, Mu Fan appeared at the abandoned factory on time. No one triggered the alarm. The claw marks on the fine sand on the ground showed that there were birds looking for food here.
After eating the meat in three meals, should I carry a few more boxes of nutritious meals when I come back in the evening? Mu Fan covered himself with a blanket and looked up at the starry sky above his head. Feeling hungry again in his stomach. Today, he put his helmet in the insurance in room 9.
In the cabinet, wait for tomorrow's arrival.
Mu Fan felt extremely peaceful and fell into sleep, with soft starlight filling his body.
…
Mu Fan showed up at the martial arts gym early the next morning. The cleaning staff were doing daily cleaning. After Mu Fan nodded and said hello to the strong man in black clothes at the door, he entered. After eating ten boxes of breakfast, he wiped his mouth
On the third floor.
The staff at the restaurant looked at Mu Fan's back and realized that the salary of a person like this in the Xindao Martial Arts School would have to be reduced by at least half. Otherwise, this guy wouldn't be here just to eat.
Mu Fan naturally didn't know what the people behind him were thinking, so he leisurely walked into the training room No. 4 on the third floor.
After changing his clothes, the wounds on his back had largely disappeared and were almost gone. Mu Fan was very nervous in this regard. He just felt very hungry when he came in the morning!!
PO Battle.net? Gravity Room?
There were a lot of things that happened in the martial arts hall yesterday. Mu Fan always felt a slight desire to confide in others today. After thinking about it, he went to the PO Battle Internet Cafe to see if he could find Hei! If he couldn't find it, he would go and fight with that perverted fighter.
It’s okay to have two fights with the instructor, but I feel a little inexplicably irritated!!
Mu Fan took out the optical brain helmet and pressed the start button. Mu Fan's eyesight went dark and he returned to the familiar screen.
Dear "Dan Master", hello, have you entered the PO battle network?
Yes, wait a minute, does the system have an option to rename it?
"Sorry, Mr. Player Dan does not have the permission to change the name."
Damn it, Mu Fan gritted his teeth, forget it, let’s go in.
The mist of light dissipated, and Mu Fan returned to the place where he logged off yesterday. When he went online again, people were still bustling with people. After all, people are not just on one planet. There are people coming and going here all the time.
Quietly watching the wide streets, the shuttle buses were passing by like shuttles. Here, there are no crowded vehicles, no honking of horns, and no bustling crowds. Various models, as seen in reality.
Whether you have seen them before or you have never seen them before, most of them have no names. They come and go in an orderly manner.
Mu Fan stood there and stared at it, almost falling into trance. This place was like a pure land. No wonder people were fascinated by it.
There are various shops with various signs on both sides, such as "Mechanical Repair Shop", "Mecha Accessories Shop", "Underground Exchange" and so on. Mu Fan felt a little nervous when he saw them.
Is it because I am thinking about things? Today I always feel like something has not been done. Mu Fan confirmed that the root cause is Mankun, things are not done, and his thoughts are not clear.
Zeref endured it and came to the door on his own initiative.
Zeref couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to come to the door.
Well, it’s simple and crude, Mu Fan’s idea is somewhat clear, what next? Let’s fight a fighter!!!
I can't stand it after dying twice! Mu Fan is still worried about the brutal way of death yesterday. He was so arrogant that he couldn't exert 70% of his strength. Yesterday, he finally got used to the rhythm of the PO battle network. Let's fight again today!!
!Wait until the fat man comes and talk about the rest!
Just leave and find the nearest teleportation point!
Mu Fan stepped into the circle of light and targeted base 341!
On a distant planet, in a huge super optical brain database, a piece of code finally passed the logical screening after more than ten hours of automatic improvement.
PO Battle.net data sub-database!!
A data stream was formed instantly, and then a few ripples flashed on the monitoring screen and then disappeared. The staff happened to be away from the screen at this time.
PO Battle.net data branch, the recruit training base code-named 341, is now divided into two in the Battle.net world, as if overlapping, and then merged into one again, but the mystery lies in the metal door entering.
Originally, many players in Recruit Training Base No. 341 only felt that their vision went dark and then returned to normal.
Mu Fan was currently standing in the corridor of Base 341. In front of him was the familiar metal revolving door. The countdown on the electronic screen beside him had reached 0, and the background of the screen turned green.
"Hello, recruit Mr. Dan, this is your base training center No. 341."
Mu Fan didn't notice that there were two more words in the system's words.
"Please select a training item, one, individual combat training. Two, mecha driving training."
"Individual combat option."
The metal swing door opened and the corridor disappeared silently...