Arriving At Training Base 341 Again

Mu Fan was a little absent-minded the whole afternoon. When the fatty could not hold on for more than half an hour, Mu Fan stopped and stood there.

"Mufan, what's the matter?"

"I have something to take care of."

"What is it?" asked the fatty as he rubbed his wrist.

"Young Master Wen, do you know him?" asked Mu Fan softly.

The fatty was confused. "Which Young Master Wen?"

"The only son of the second councilor." Mu Fan repeated what he had heard from Man Kun.

"Wen Zheming?" The fatty frowned and asked Mu Fan, "Why did you ask about him all of a sudden? This man is ruthless. It is not well known in the circle."

"He is here too."

"What!?" The fatty suddenly jumped up. He was actually Wen Zheming's neighbor! What a joke! How could he not know?

Mu Fan organized his words and said to the fatty, "My friend's leg is broken. I want to go and find him."

The fatty was also anxious. "Absolutely not! That person is too dangerous."

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "I must go."

Fatty suddenly remembered that this guy was also who pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger. However, he said worriedly, "Mufan, you must remember not to provoke him. Otherwise, you will have to bear the consequences."

Mu Fan nodded. "I just want to find time to be his sparring partner."

"I'm gonna lose my mind," murmured the fatty. It was as exaggerated as asking the space pirates to be good if he believed what Mu Fan said.

"What? You don't believe me?" Mu Fan raised the target in his hand and shouted at the fatty. "Again!"

The fatty forced himself to get up.

After an afternoon of training, Fatty was so tired that he did not want to talk at all. Since he had made Mu Fan his friend, he would do whatever he can.

There was not a hint of fatigue on Mu Fan's face. They had a peaceful afternoon.

It was like the calm before the storm. The calmer it was, the more violent it was.

After changing, the fatty immediately fled the purgatory where Mu Fan was. They agreed to meet at 10 o'clock tomorrow. Mu Fan also went downstairs to change.

Huh? That figure?

Mu Fan lowered his head and walked toward the changing room. Suddenly, he saw a figure staggering past him. His body tilted when he passed by Mu Fan.

Mu Fan quickly gave him a hand and looked up. It was Jeff!

At that moment, Jelf's right eye was swollen and bulging. Blood flowed from the corner of his left eye, and his eyes were almost squinted. He did not see that Mu Fan was holding him and wanted to push him away.

"Get lost. I don't need your help."

Mu Fan's hand firmly held Jelf's shoulder. Jelf was a head taller than Mu Fan and almost twice as strong, but Mu Fan held him firmly.

"Y-you, boy?" It was only then that Jelf saw that Mu Fan was holding him.

"Young Master Wen?" Mu Fan only mentioned a name, but Jelf understood what he meant. He raised his palm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Well, he was a little too cruel. I couldn't dodge it. He's a tough nut to crack. But I can take it. Heh…" The corner of Jelf's mouth stretched, and his face twitched in pain.

"I'll go and find Chanison tomorrow. I'll go." Mu Fan looked up at the man whose face had been beaten up badly.

"This job is mine. No one—don't take it from me!" Jeff felt as if he had been looked down upon. He was furious, shook off Mu Fan's hand, and stumbled into the changing room.

Mu Fan did not stop him this time. He looked at Gelfu's back, his eyes bright and silent. The feeling that a battle was coming was getting closer.

After finishing the work, he took the 500 star dollars with both hands. An hour later, Mu Fan appeared at the abandoned factory on time. No one triggered the alert. The claw marks on the sand showed that birds were looking for food.

Mu Fan covered himself with a blanket and looked up at the starry sky above him. His stomach rumbled with hunger. Today, his helmet was in the safe in Room 9. He would wait for tomorrow.

Mu Fan's heart was incomparably calm. He entered dreamland, and gentle starlight sprinkled all over his body.

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The next morning, Mu Fan appeared at the dojo as usual. The cleaners were doing their daily cleaning. Mu Fan greeted the burly man in black at the door with a nod and entered the dojo. After eating ten boxes of breakfast, he wiped his mouth and went to the third floor.

The staff of the restaurant looked at Mu Fan's back and thought that the salary of such a person in the dojo must be halved at least. Otherwise, it would be a big loss. This guy did not come just to eat, did he?

Mu Fan, of course, did not know what the people behind him were thinking. He walked unhurriedly into the No. 4 training room on the third floor.

After changing his clothes, most of the wounds on his back had disappeared. Mu Fan was extremely insensitive in this aspect. He felt especially hungry when he came in the morning!

PO battle network? Gravity room?

There were a lot of things that happened at the dojo yesterday. Mu Fan had a slight desire to talk to someone today. He thought for a while and went to PO Battle Internet Cafe to see if he could find someone to chat on. If he couldn't find someone, he could go and fight with that perverted instructor. He felt a little inexplicably frustrated!

Mu Fan took out the photon processor helmet and pressed the start button. Mu Fan's vision went dark, and he returned to the familiar scene.

Dear "Lord Egg", are you entering the PO Battle Network?

"Yes, wait. System, is there a change of name?"

"Sorry, Player Lord Egg has no right to change his name."

Damn the darkness. Mu Fan clenched his teeth. Forget it, let's go in.

When the fog of light dissipated, Mu Fan went back to the place where he went offline yesterday. When he went online again, it was still bustling with activity. After all, there were people coming and going all the time.

He quietly looked at the wide street, and the transport vehicles that came and went like shuttles. There were no traffic jams in reality, no honking of horns, and no crowds of people. There were all kinds of models that he had seen or not seen in reality. Most of the hover cars that he could not name came and went in an orderly fashion.

Mu Fan stood in the middle and stared. He almost fell into a trance. This place was like a pure land. No wonder people were fascinated.

On both sides were shops with all kinds of signboards, such as "Mechanical Maintenance", "Mecha parts", "Underground Exchange", and so on. Mu Fan's heart fluttered when he saw them.

Was it because he missed something? He felt that he had not done something today. Mu Fan confirmed that the root of the problem was Mankun. His thoughts were not smooth until he had completed the task.

Jeff stopped them and came to them.

Jeff couldn't take it anymore and came to their door.

Well, it was simple and rough. Mu Fan's thoughts were a little clear. What next? Fighters!

He had died twice. Unbearable! Mu Fan was still holding a grudge against the brutal way he had died the day before. What the hell was Black Fist doing? He could not use 70% of his strength. He had at least gotten used to the rhythm of the PO Battle Network yesterday. He would fight again today!

He left immediately and found the nearest teleportation point!

Mu Fan stepped into the circle of light. Target: Base 341!

On a distant planet, in a supercomputer database that covered a large area, a code finally passed the logical screening after more than ten hours of automatic perfection.

PO Battle Network database!

A stream of data was instantly formed, and then a few waves flashed on the monitoring screen and disappeared. The staff was not in front of the screen.

The PO Battle Network database, the Recruit Training Base with the code name 341, was split into two in the Battle Network world. They seemed to overlap and then combined into one. However, the mystery was on the metal door that they entered.

Many players in Recruitment No. 341 only felt their vision go black, and then everything went back to normal.

Mu Fan was 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 zero, and the background of the screen turned green.

"Recruit" Lord Egg "Hello, this is your Base 341 training center."

Mu Fan did not notice the two additional words in the system's words.

"Please choose your training program. One, solo combat training. Two, mecha pilot training."

"Single combat option."

The metal revolving door opened, and the dark corridor disappeared…

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