A Plot Against Harry?

Mu Fan's heart tightened. Little fatty? A dojo? There was only one, and that was Harry!

"How is this related to Harry? The higher-ups…?" Mu Fan heard the sound of their footsteps fading away. He leaned back and tilted his head. When he saw the two figures in the distance, he quickly looked away.

He jumped down lightly, but there was still no sound. Mu Fan stood against the wall and went back to the street he had just walked on. When he stretched out half his body, he saw two figures, one tall and one short, and he came to a conclusion.

He did not continue to follow them. The two were very vigilant. They would be more easily discovered when they left the city. No, he had to discuss this with Fatty.

Thinking of the future, Mu Fan turned around and casually bought a Milo with three star dollars from the fruit shop behind him. He ate as he strolled back leisurely. All his actions now had to blend into nature.

"Eh, this rice pudding is delicious!" Mu Fan narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. He had bought a white and fat rice pudding as a cover, but he did not expect it to be sweet and juicy!

Mu Fan, who was holding Milo and puffing, appeared in the salesgirl's line of sight again. This time, Mu Fan smiled at the salesgirl's reluctant face and went in to make a request. The boss brought him directly to the box counter.

The best field satchel sold in the city was an external 1,000D nylon bag. The personal one was 900D waterproof Oxford cloth. The owner patted his chest and said that it was the satchel made from the best material on the planet.

Mu Fan directly ignored the boss' spittle. He touched his bag, which had an excellent texture, and finally clenched his teeth. He took out the last of his belongings—1,000 star dollars—from the boss' expression.

Mu Fan had never thought of buying a bag for 1,000 star dollars before. He looked down at it and reluctantly put it away. Before he left, he looked at the time. It was time to take attendance. The fatty should be going back.

Mu Fan bought a big MiLo, on his way back. When the fatty returned to the training room, he saw Mu Fan eating a MiLo with relish.

Fatty felt that something was not right. He felt strange when he saw Mu Fan sitting there earnestly wiping out the big Milo in his hand.

"You are back." Mu Fan greeted him.

At this moment, the fatty walked over. "Is it delicious? Give me a bite."

Ah, Mu Fan was a little stunned.

"Damn, I'm fine. I, I'm used to it." The fatty suddenly blushed. What had happened just now?

Seeing the shy look in the fatty's eyes, Mu Fan generously gave him a piece.

After they chewed on Milo, Mu Fan wiped his mouth and asked the fatty seriously, "Harry, have you offended someone recently?"

Little fatty wiped his mouth. "No!"

So Mu Fan told the fatty what he had just seen. The fatty was surprised and puzzled when he heard this. He thought for a long time and then said with certainty, "I definitely did not offend anyone. I don't usually interact with people, and I spend most of my time on the PO Battle Network. I just came to the dojo recently. You should know this."

Mu Fan asked, "Did you go out from the east gate of the city this afternoon?"

The fatty nodded. "Yeah."

Mu Fan tapped his fingertips on the wooden seat and suddenly said, "The two of them went out from the east gate and bought sleeping bags. They are obviously going to spend the night in the wilderness, and the time and location they mentioned match your current situation."

The fatty was a little anxious. "Brother Fatty did not provoke anyone. Who would do this to me?"

Mu Fan comforted the fatty. His face showed a calmness that did not match his age. He looked straight at him and said, "Harry, I will go with you tomorrow afternoon. I noticed that the most important thing was that they said it was only a matter of convenience to rob you, which means there are more important things.

"Mu Fan, it's too dangerous. I'll call someone." The fatty was a little afraid. He was being watched. If it wasn't for Mu Fan, he might not have been able to come back.

Mu Fan pressed on the fatty's shoulder. "Harry, trust me! Didn't I not disappoint you with Young Master Wen?"

"Mufan!" Young Master Harry truly felt Mufan's friendship, and his eyes watered.

Mu Fan patted the fatty's shoulder and laughed.

"I'll follow the car when we leave tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay." The fatty did not say anything else.

Mu Fan soon entered the responsible sparring partner mode. In the afternoon, he assigned two tasks to the fatty. The first was endurance training. He set the treadmill at 10,000 meters per hour and threw the screaming fatty onto it.

Mu Fan began to think. This was extremely rare for Mu Fan, who hunted alone all year round, because he was not thinking for himself.

"Well… the situation now is like this. The two of them… have been keeping an eye on the fatty. No, they are keeping an eye on the rich! Then they noticed the fatty. This means that they often move around the city and are familiar with the area."

This was the first time he had planned something so meticulously. Mu Fan felt a headache coming on. It would have been better to just go straight to the point, but the half-hidden message in his words made him conclude that things were not that simple.

Sigh, what a headache!

The fatty wailed, "Mufan, my lungs hurt!"

Mu Fan scratched his face. His brain automatically blocked all sounds from Fatty, forcing him to continue thinking.

"Keep an eye on the rich man's route… and the mission? That means the mission is to keep an eye on the rich man's route. The arrangement above is only to arrange these two people. What does that mean…"

The fatty was about to be carried away by the treadmill, but he had a strap tied to his waist by Mu Fan. If he flew, he would probably be crippled. He ran and cried. "Mu Fan, look at me. Why didn't you pay attention to me? Brother Fatty is really dying. Quick…"

Wait, attention!

At that moment, Mu Fan suddenly felt someone knock on his mind.

"It means that the higher-ups are not paying attention to this place! But there are still people watching this place. It is just that there are only the two of them, so they can act on their own, which is what the short guy said… Fat sheep!"

Mu Fan suddenly slapped the fatty on the butt, making him stop crying and run away.

"The whole thing is… the wealthy people who pay attention to many places, District 22, is just one of them… Robbing a fatty is an accident. So…"

"There is someone from a force or a very high level who is keeping an eye on many wealthy people. He is planning something that looks very dangerous. This includes the fatty, who will get into trouble in advance."

"What I have to do tomorrow is… rescue Fatty, get out of the background, and then… save Fatty again."

"It's decided!" Mu Fan touched his chin. He felt that a thread in his mind was helping him to connect the trivial information. His mind was clear. It was a wonderful feeling.

"I'm not playing anymore!" Fatty's voice was miserable.

"Oh." Mu Fan pressed the stop button. "You should have said so earlier."

The fatty covered the treadmill like a blanket.

"Huff… Huff… I… I don't want to talk." The fatty pointed weakly at Mu Fan, his hands trembling.

"Then you blame me." Mu Fan, who had just figured out what had happened, was happy, but he pulled a long face when he heard what Fatty said.

"Your… grandma…" The last sentence was barely audible.

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