Suspicion

Finally, the results of Mu Fan's morning training came out…

At the beginning, he controlled the synchronization of the two blue and three red mechanical poles with the control panel's five keys. Two hours later, the synchronization of the four blue and four red mechanical poles with the control panel's six keys was achieved. He eagerly absorbed the knowledge that Black explained. Finally, before lunch, he could control the EH01 and walk. He could even jump a little. However, before he left, Mu Fan still felt ashamed and exited the PO Battle Network with a black smile on his face.

Blackie flew two laps in the cockpit and mumbled to himself, "Isn't this bad for Mu Fan?" Then his electronic eyes narrowed into a straight line. "Lord Egg must be the best. I cannot sully Lord Blackie's reputation! Well, yes, I cannot sully my reputation."

"Hey, the radio station on the planet of Wambo seems to be reporting something incredible. I'll go and take a look. Flash!"

The small black eyes suddenly widened, and then disappeared.

The radio station, 2.7 light-years away, was rolling the news. "The annual Supernova beauty pageant has begun…"

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Looking at Fatty's bitter eyes, Mu Fan knew that Fatty had lost again. Young Master Harry was a little flustered and exasperated now. He angrily asked Uncle Wu, who was on the Skylink, for twice the amount of lunch. After Mu Fan politely refused his lunch invitation, Fatty prepared to eat twice the amount alone. He had been tortured and killed in the morning. Fatty's brother was hurt and needed comfort.

Mu Fan was also very hurt, so he asked for twelve lunch boxes at noon. He had spent a lot of energy fighting with Young Master Wen, so he had to make up for it. The people around him automatically cleared a space for him today. No matter how insensitive Mu Fan was, he could feel the respect and fear in their eyes.

The Strongest Meat Bun is here! Are you kidding me? Jelf has been beaten up to the point of vomiting blood. This kid is sitting here eating twelve boxes of nutritious food! Not only is he fine, but he even increased the amount! He increased the amount!

"Anyway, I don't dare to provoke him anymore. I'll walk around him." The people around him were not stupid when they thought of this, so the treatment the whole restaurant had received before was now on Mu Fan.

Mu Fan ate the nutritious meal comfortably. He felt as if the cells in his limbs and bones were finally bathed in sunlight. He felt warm and energetic!

So Mu Fan got up and left. The crowd looked at his arm, which was purple, and saluted him.

It would be the same in the afternoon. Mu Fan touched his chin. It was still early in the afternoon. Should he go out for a walk? He thought about it, then changed into his clothes and went out.

The temperature in the city area at noon was high. Since the ultraviolet radiation level of the Luojia Star was high, there were not many people on the street at this time. Most of them were hiding in cool rooms, and noon was the least crowded in the wide street.

He wondered how Uncle Bard was doing. Mu Fan thought he would go to the grocery store to see him during the weekend break at the dojo.

Mu Fan had a small sum of money on him now—one thousand star dollars. He had never had so much money on him. He touched his torn backpack, licked his lips, and walked toward the equipment store not far away, ready to buy a sturdy combat satchel.

"Welcome." The waiter at the door bowed.

"Welcome next time." At this time, two men in yellow-green linen shirts with dark gun handles around their waists walked out. Each of them carried a sleeping bag, one tall and one short. They said goodbye to the shop assistant with kind faces, but the occasional murderous look in their eyes made Mu Fan secretly frown.

When the two sides moved away from each other, the short guy who was near Mu Fan did not seem to notice Mu Fan at all as he walked straight out with his sleeping bag horizontally.

Mu Fan stood still, waiting for the other side to turn around. However, the short guy walked sideways and hit Mu Fan on the shoulder with the sleeping bag.

"Are you f*cking blind?" The short man hit the boy and exploded.

"You are blind, and you have a foul mouth," said Mu Fan coldly as he looked at the short man's fierce eyes.

"Boy, do you want to die?" The man showed signs of attacking. The tall guy beside him grabbed him and said fiercely, "What are you doing? Don't cause trouble!"

When the short man saw the tall man's action, he wanted to flare up, but he restrained himself.

"Poor guy, I'll let you go. Bah!" The short guy was not in the mood to argue with a poor guy as he looked at the boy in tattered denim. He spat and walked away. After walking more than ten meters, the tall guy beside him turned and stared deeply at him. Mu Fan stood behind him and looked at him with his head held high.

Mu Fan clenched his fist. He wanted to flare up, but with his keen sense of hearing, he heard the tall man turn and scold the short man in a soft voice. His voice was very soft. If Mu Fan's five senses were not different from ordinary people, he would not have been able to hear it at this distance.

"…Dojo… Fat sheep…"

The two men did not look back. They carried their sleeping bags and walked out of the city.

"Dojo?" Mu Fan's sharp eyebrows frowned, and he looked at them. Then he turned to the receptionist and said apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot to bring the money. I'll go back and get it."

The waiter looked at him with disdain. The young man in the shabby uniform turned and left. The route he took was exactly the same as the one the tall and short one had just taken.

Mu Fan's footsteps were light, and he quickly followed. He finally found the two people in his line of sight. He hung from a distance and did not look at them anymore. He walked forward naturally among the sparse crowd.

He had to keep himself invisible before launching an attack like he was tracking his prey in the jungle.

The two men turned and entered the food store. Mu Fan hid behind a roadside billboard as if she was picking up something. She saw from the corner of her eye that the taller man was carrying another big bag of food.

After they came out, they turned right and entered the alley.

Mu Fan squinted. The two of them were heading toward the city checkpoint. They were almost there, but they had turned in. It was still a long way from here to the other exit, so they were taking a false route.

Mu Fan walked calmly and turned in the same direction from the last alley. There was no one there! Mu Fan prepared to follow them along a parallel route. The strange behavior of these two people made him suspicious.

Suddenly, his ears twitched. Mu Fan was no longer pretending. He started running and stepping on the ground at a high speed. He made use of a slanted tree beside him and jumped. He landed on the side of a two-story tall building. His movements were light and silent.

As his breathing gradually adjusted, Mu Fan's breathing did not show any signs of disorder after intense exercise. He held his breath without making a single sound. Even the creases in his work pants were pressed against the wall by him. The breeze blew past, and everything was one.

Footsteps came from below. The sound was deliberately slowed by the owner of the footsteps, but the small stones, ponds, and fallen leaves that accidentally stepped on made soft noises.

Someone was coming. Mu Fan stuck close to the wall, almost becoming one with it.

Two alert figures appeared below. They looked around and then walked out.

The voice was soft, and Mu Fan's ears twitched. He heard a familiar voice. It was the short one. Although the voice was low, he did not care.

"I say, do you have to be so timid? Who knows what we are here for if we don't tell them?"

The tall guy's tone suddenly went up, but he immediately tried to suppress it. "Can—can you keep your voice down?" he warned.

Mu Fan held the gap tightly with both hands. He was about three meters above their heads. They could see him when they looked up.

The tall man's tone softened again. "Second, the higher-ups sent us to keep an eye on you. It is against the rules for you to keep an eye on a fat sheep. I will not say anything if I accompany you. But don't you know how to restrain yourself now?"

"Keep an eye on the rich. Did we get any benefits? What's wrong with me robbing a fat sheep myself? Who would know if you don't tell me?"

The bewitching voice came again, and this time the tall guy was a little tempted. "You know the fat sheep in the dojo. It's been two days. The fatty doesn't have a bodyguard. He'll take him in after he finishes his job. It won't affect the mission."

The tall guy was still hesitating. The short guy added another line and directly let the tall guy decide. "Brother, fifty-fifty. No one will say anything tomorrow afternoon."

"All right! Nobody can tell us," said the tall man through clenched teeth.