Fatty Harry

When Mu Fan noticed that people were starting to walk in one after another, he stopped and walked away. After the number was recorded in the backstage of the testing machine, he was silent again. He did not know the meaning of the set of numbers, and he did not know how shocking level 17 strength would be to the people here. He only felt that he could add more strength.

Well, I'll try again when there's no one left, Mu Fan thought.

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"All right, let's gather. Now that everyone is here, let's divide the venue for today. Same as before, Jelf will reserve No. 2 on the third floor, Kumo on No. 7 on the third floor …" Man Kun appeared on time at the appointed time. After continuously ordering a list of names, he continued to shout, " Polly, you will be sparring partner for No. 3 on the second floor. Jiming, you will go for No. 6 . … Well, the appointment for No. 9 on the second floor, Mufan, you will go. The other four will be on standby, awaiting temporary notice."

After assigning the training tasks for the afternoon, Man Kun glanced at everyone. "Let's get to work!"

The group of people walked away according to their assigned situation. Mu Fan remembered that Training Room 2, 9, was in the northwest corner. They could just go up the staircase in the corner of the hall.

The two sides of the staircase were decorated in an ancient style. After getting used to the city's machinery and electronics, it was very eye-catching.

Mu Fan walked to the room labeled VIP room number 9. He looked at the black metal door, which glowed with a blue light, and inserted his work card into the identification device beside it.

"Beep. Identification successful. Training partner—Mu Fan, please come in." An electronic female voice came from the lock. The alloy door was closed from the middle to both sides, and it closed again after Mu Fan stepped in.

Sure enough, it was different! Mu Fan looked at the neat, orderly training room. There were shiny metal instruments beside it, which were divided into function zones of different plates. Several rows of clean training suits and wipes were hung in the waiting room. He even saw several bags of food neatly arranged on the glass table.

This sealed training room was as big as Training Ground No. 5 on the first floor! Mu Fan was a little surprised.

Mu Fan walked in when he saw the strength training sign on the first room in the right-hand corridor.

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"Dad! I know, okay? Stop talking nonsense. Isn't your son the one who insisted that I go and learn? Do you think I can get into a military school? It would be great to do business with you. Look, our sizes are the same! I am more than suitable to take over your company's classes in the future!"

"What? No room for negotiation? If I don't go, you'll cut off my monthly allowance. Oh, my dear father, can you bear to see your son lose weight every month? I've been very obedient recently. If you don't let me race, I won't race. If you don't let me go to the casino, I won't go. I only eat three meals a day and play PO Battle Network. am I not obedient?… Hey! Dad? Dad? Lord Father! I'll go…" A slightly tender-faced fatty in a gray suit and a white shirt with a bow tie sat in the back seat of the hover car, frowning at the Skylink in his hand that had been hung up.

"Uncle Wu, can we not go to the martial arts center? We are passing by HL Square. Please let me get out of the car. I have an appointment with a friend over there for an activity today. It would be dishonest if I did not go."

"I'm sorry, Young Master. The Old Master ordered me to take you to the dojo at all costs and to take you home in four hours," answered the man in front, who was dressed in a red waiter's uniform and had white hair but was meticulous in his manner of speaking. He looked ahead and spoke to the fatty behind him.

The fatty's suit was so full that it could only be held open in his arms. Then, at this moment, the crumpled corner of his suit was pitifully sat under his body.

"Uncle Wu!" There was a hint of crying in the pitiful voice.

"I'm sorry, Young Master. You know Old Master's temper. Please don't make things difficult for me." Uncle Wu was unmoved and continued to focus on driving.

"Oh, okay. Call me when you get there." The crying in his voice disappeared in the blink of an eye. Then, Fatty pulled a long face and replied. He held his Skylink and started browsing the battle video on the PO Battle Network forum.

"Hmm, the Fantasy Department, the Real Department? That is definitely the Fantasy Department. Fatty, I am not going to look at something so bloody. Brother's' Lemon Balloon 'is the most sexy. Let's see what skills they have developed recently. Humph, if we don't work hard, we will not be able to guarantee our class's lead," mumbled Fatty as he excitedly poked his finger at the three-dimensional image on the Skylink.

Harry was the young master of the Lugha Star Fuwen Financial Group. There would be rich people even in the most dilapidated places. When the power was suppressed, the gap between the rich and the poor would only be wider, although the Fuwen Financial Group had not yet entered the circle of the planet's top rich and powerful. Since childhood, it had bragged that it was a pacifist, and then, naturally, it grew into a peaceful fatty. When it smiled, it was like his father. It was more suitable for the Fuwen Financial Group's daily necessities style, friendly, and pricey! From cosmetics to stationery, the brands were not the highest, but the huge sales made the Harry family's wealth rise rapidly.

"Oh, this is a cool move. Let me see the name. Lotus Fall? The name is too ordinary. It is not domineering at all. At least, it is called a wild, cool, and super cool name like the Dark Sky Five-petal Lotus Fall. But the move is not bad." When Fatty flipped to a platinum five-star Fantasy Department expert video, he could not help but be attracted by the image. A red and white mecha instantly flashed into the air from the ground, then suddenly produced four phantoms. Then, the five mecha combined and descended from the sky with another mecha. The ground was covered in flames, and a radioactive pit was blasted out. Fatty drooled when he saw this scene. He had the least resistance to this kind of dazzling skill. One of the characteristics of the Fantasy Department was that all kinds of non-human moves could be performed.

"Let me see this setting. The Fantasy Modified RG-II jet launcher x5. The cockpit needs to reduce the level of the simulator by at least 30%. The pilot's load is nine times gravity. Hmm, nine times gravity. It will definitely hurt. I'll reduce the level of the simulation by 40%. Although I can't use it in PvP, it is at least cool! Then the engine of the body will be replaced with the Ninth Generation. This is possible. The 788 Star Coin packet has a chance of opening the Ninth Generation engine fragment. I'll buy a few more later… Two-thirds chance, 788 multiplied by at least 15… Ah! My allowance for this month is going to be gone again. Ahhh!" Fatty counted with his fingers as if he was going to have a tragedy. He immediately went crazy!

"Young Master, we have arrived at the dojo. Please get ready to alight."

The hover car stopped at a high speed and stopped steadily at the Starfall martial arts arena. The car was completely black and surrounded by red, and the wide retro U-shaped Qi Release Grille was visually impactful. When the fat man reluctantly put away his Skylink and got out of the car, the four burly men in black at the entrance of the martial arts arena had already split into two rows to welcome him.

"Young Master, the dojo has been arranged for you. A professional will inform you when the time is right. I will wait for you here," said Wu Boli as he bowed.

"Humm…" Looking at Uncle Wu, who stood by the side with his head down, the listless fatty dragged his voice and answered. He had already given up the thought of secretly running away.

"Hello, Young Master Harry. The appointment for you is the VIP training room on the second floor. Please follow me," a curvy female attendant, who wore a tight skirt, came from the side and gently reminded him.

"Well, lead the way." After answering casually, the fatty stared with interest at the swaying hips rhythmically as he stepped into the dojo.

At the same time, in the strength training room in VIP9, Mu Fan's hands were bulging with blue veins. He was holding a one-way strength training hammer and swinging it up and down. Sweat poured down his face like rain. On the opposite side of the alloy handle hung a chain of weight hammers more than a meter thick…