42 One In A Million Opportunity

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The next day, Mu Fan put the polished dagger, which gleamed with cold light, in his army satchel and took it to the dojo. Last night, when he went back with the helmet, Mu Fan was forced to practice for two hours by the perverted fighter in the PO Battle Network. He used the metal rod in his hand, which glowed with green light!! The character that the PO Battle Network forced on him caused his body to be unable to exert its strength. He could only rely on his skills to dodge. When he could not dodge, he was tortured and killed by fancy moves more than ten times!

Mu Fan had never met such a freakish person in real life. He was going to be traumatized. Now that Mu Fan stood in the training room and saw everything, it was like a nightmare with a dark green glow around the metal bat!

Fortunately, the combat instructor told him that he would be taught to use the baton next. Mu Fan was swinging the long-handled training hammer in the strength training room. There were two more weights hanging in front of him than before!

Strength! Technique! When the technique was relative, he would crush the opponent with his strength. When the strength was relative, he would win with his technique!

After witnessing the fighting skills displayed by the short stick, Mu Fan decided to practice his strength…

There was going to be a battle this afternoon, so Mu Fan had to improve his skills as fast as possible!

After Fatty came over in the morning, he was not in the mood to enter the PO Battle Network, nor was he in the mood to watch the video. Why would someone suddenly target him when he, the pacifist fatty, was alive and well?

The fatty thought angrily as he took off his jacket and took off the bulletproof vest. It fell to the ground with a thud.

"Mufan!" the aggrieved fatty opened the door.

"Here." Mu Fan threw down the training hammer in his hand and walked out, covered in sweat.

The fatty pouted. "Mufan, I almost didn't sleep last night."

Mu Fan opened his mouth and thought about it. He had slept soundly last night. He walked over and asked, "It's good that everything is ready."

When the fatty heard this, his face squeezed together, and his complaints gushed out like the floodgates had opened. "Mufan, you know what? My dad insisted that I go to some military college. I couldn't get into it at all, okay? Then my dad told me that he would send me the money even if he had to donate half of his family's wealth. So I was sent here, saying that I would storm the university before the exam."

The fatty was full of grievance. "I feel bitter, but I won't cry. So be it if you come to train. It is such a good thing to know you, but now someone is trying to hurt me! Who have I offended? Who have I offended?"

The fat man said as he held the heavy bulletproof vest on the ground. Then he bent down, took out an unknown model of the protective plate, and threw it on the ground.

"Don't look at me like that. Fat brother is afraid of death, okay?" Fatty said indignantly when he saw Mu Fan's eyes. "I have two Super Explosive Thunder in my bag. What… What are you doing?"

Mu Fan jumped away like a monkey. The fatty was about to break down. He threw out his words without giving Mu Fan a chance.

"Don't run! The mine won't blow up without unlocking the safety! I told my dad about the situation. He put a positioning device and an emergency cry rescue device on me. He didn't dare to send bodyguards because he was afraid that the other side would be alerted and run away. This matter revealed a lot of information, so he chose to let you go with me. After this matter is resolved, please come home and have a seat!"

"Don't refuse. My dad is very rich. He said you could try for the federal exam next month if the situation is suitable." When he saw Mu Fan's curious look, the fatty decisively suppressed it and quickly finished his sentence.

"The federal exam?" Mu Fan looked at Young Master Harry with sparkling eyes.

"Well, my dad is probably sending the money to a Class A college. You can go and try it with him. Although the chance is slim, there is still one. It would be good if it is chosen by other Class B colleges. In fact, I don't want to go at all. If I go, I will be the target of ridicule." The fatty explained to Mu Fan patiently.

School, school! Mu Fan could not form this image in his mind. He yearned for it like other peers, but he did not expect to hear such news from the fatty!

"What day on next month?" Mu Fan clenched his teeth as if he had made up his mind.

"No. 10, Emerald Star. Don't think too much about it… Let's first think about how I can survive tonight."

"Not on Planet Luojia?" Mu Fan continued to ask curiously.

"No… Our planet is not qualified enough to take the exam. Don't worry about it when the time comes. We have to get through the night first." The more Fatty thought about it, the more afraid he became. Why had he agreed so carelessly yesterday afternoon?

Mu Fan's eyes lit up! Even his breathing quickened. There was a chance… to go to school!

Mu Fan clenched his fists unconsciously. He could not suppress the excitement on his face. He looked down at the fatty, who had sat down, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice, "Don't worry. I'll take care of everything tonight!"

Mu Fan did not know how difficult the exam Fatty had mentioned was. He did not know that the playful Fatty himself did not know how intense and crazy the competition was. He had never left District 22 in his life, but he wanted to compete with the billions of exam candidates from several nearby planets. If others knew about this, they would laugh their heads off.

Mu Fan, who knew nothing about all of this, prepared for battle with high spirits.

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16: 40 p.m.

When the fatty called Mu Fan, Mu Fan came out of the gravity machine and whispered, "Hu, the 40th gear can dodge 13 bullets out of 17 bullets."

Now, he had to find a way to improve his strength! Mu Fan, who had just been training for the whole afternoon, was already able to adapt better to moving under four times the standard gravity. He would be able to break into the 40th gear soon if he persevered a little longer.

When the night was over, he would find the hacker!

He would improve his strength in the fastest and most direct way possible!

Mu Fan nodded in his heart and put away his thoughts.

The fatty on the other side was already fully armed. Then, with a light button on his suit, the fatty, who was grinning without any abnormality, appeared in front of Mu Fan.

Mu Fan had directly confronted Young Master Wen. Fat brother, can't I face the robbers head-on?

Shit!

When little fatty was serious, he vividly displayed the nature of a merchant family—two-faced.

He straightened the dark red bow tie on his neck and threw the light gray waiter uniform over.

"This is our waiter's uniform. If they were observing, they would definitely think that I invited you to our house today. I just told the dojo."

Mu Fan took the waiter's uniform. The fabric was soft and comfortable, much better than the training uniform. He sighed in his heart. The little fatty looked careless, but he had considered the details.

When both of them finished tidying up, Mu Fan had transformed into a young waiter. He lowered his head and followed the fatty out of the dojo.

"Hello, Young Master." Uncle Wu had been waiting by the side for a long time. When he saw Mu Fan's restrained and respectful expression, he nodded to himself.

Mu Fan looked calm as usual. He lowered his head and said, "Hello, Uncle Wu. I am Mu Fan."

"Well, get in." Mu Fan opened the door for the fat man naturally after Uncle Wu finished his sentence.

In the dense forest seven kilometers away from the east gate of the city, two people, one tall and one short, were on the ground. Their camouflage colors blended with the vegetation beside them.

At that moment, the tall guy looked at the palm-sized monitor screen in his hand, turned his head, and said, "Little fatty brought someone from the martial arts center out today. Why does it look like the boy you knocked into yesterday? Do you really want to do it yourself? Boss would definitely be unhappy if he knew."

The image on the screen was Mu Fan's side profile as he lowered his head and answered.

The short man turned his head to look and sneered. "This boy!? I checked yesterday. He is a new sparring partner at the dojo. He has a small body and is wearing a waiter's uniform. It seems that he has been recruited by this fatty. Perhaps they can play together. It can only be said that he is unlucky. Don't worry. I will talk to the boss. Get ready. They will be here soon."

The short man did not care about the boy, who was not strong at all. One more person might die. He chewed the grass in his mouth with relish and lowered himself into the grass.

The tall guy felt his eyelids twitching. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and lay down.

He would stop after this work is done!

At that moment, in the hover car Mu Fan and the other two had left the city…