Who Hit You?

He opened two metal doors. He was fine 40 minutes ago, but he left the house 40 minutes later, covered in wounds.

Phew. Dragging his feet, Mu Fan took a glass of water from the water dispenser and sat on the training chair to rest. After getting his salary, he could go home and have a good sleep. Although his first contact with mecha today was virtual, Mu Fan felt that it could not be more real. It was novel, exciting, and unforgettable. This was the conclusion of the day.

"Hu…" Fatty, who was sitting on the couch, suddenly gasped. He pressed the button to remove his helmet.

"Why did you go offline first? Didn't you say you were waiting to be contacted?" Fatty complained. "I lost again! I can't do it without you, guru! Is this really your first time playing PO Battle Network? Come on, tell me your NB story. I can't stop reminiscing about that round."

The fatty got up, poured himself a glass of water, and sat in front of Mu Fan, asking excitedly.

There were too many things involved. Mu Fan was a little worried.

So he frowned, organized his words, and said, "I happened to be in that match, and I came out to walk around, but I'm not familiar with any of the places. I only know the training camp. I thought about it and logged out, so I started training in advance."

Fatty then noticed that Mu Fan was soaked in sweat. He admired him.

Mu Fan thought for a while and said, "The PO Battle Network is really amazing. But to be responsible for you, I think we still need to spend half the time in combat training. You attack, I defend."

The fatty groaned.

"Didi, Skylink called. Call: Uncle Wu." The Skylink beside him suddenly flashed.

"Uncle Wu called for me. Okay, that's all for today. I should go out and eat. See you in the afternoon! Training in the afternoon. I'll leave first, Mu Fan!" The fatty saw that it was almost time for lunch! How wonderful! His eyes immediately widened as he quickly said to Mu Fan, grabbed his clothes, and ran.

"Dinner is almost ready." Mu Fan squinted and ignored the fatty when he heard this.

Mu Fan acted immediately when he thought of eating. He immediately changed his shoes and went downstairs. He was so hungry. It was time to eat.

When Mu Fan walked out of the floating staircase, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the hall was not right.

There were a lot of trainers in the hall today. In the ordinary teaching area, there was not much change in the way the coach worked hard to demonstrate his combat skills. However, when he looked at the training area he practiced in yesterday, Training Ground No. 5, which was often used by sparring partners, there were still a lot of people there. However, there was no anxiety on their faces, as if they were eating, and they were absent-minded.

What's the matter?

Mu Fan speculated in his heart, but his face showed no expression as he walked over.

"Sigh, our line of work is really…"

"That's right. I've seen him many times. I just didn't expect him to fall this time."

"He is an old man in the martial arts arena. He would not be so heartless."

…

As Mu Fan walked, he could hear whispers from time to time.

It seemed that something had happened at the dojo, but they did not know who it was. It should be someone they knew. Otherwise, no one would act like this.

"Big appetite!"

Mu Fan became famous after a single battle yesterday. He was just in the eating world, but his nickname came out today. He heard it, but did not realize that it was him.

He turned a deaf ear.

"The big eater is here. I wonder what he would think if he knew about this. After all, he is his friend." Mu Fan's ears pricked up. The big eater they were talking about was him? How was it related to him?

"Look at his back!"

"Is this a client's weapon? How did he get whipped like this? God!"

When Mu Fan passed by these people, a sharp-eyed person suddenly noticed Mu Fan's back.

The training uniform was stuck to Mu Fan's body in the gravity room just now because he was sweating profusely. The rubber bullets from the gravity training room's 40-target gear hit almost all of Mu Fan's back in the last attack. It looked like blood was everywhere, and the back of the uniform was almost smashed.

Mu Fan continued to walk. His face was blank, and his tall body did not sway in the slightest. His steps were firm and powerful.

The remaining people saw more that the boy was beaten up like this on the second day.

"What a pity. Man Kun and this boy are both unlucky. But Man Kun is worse. I wonder if the dojo will still wants him."

Mu Fan's figure suddenly froze. His eyes turned cold, and he turned his head.

"What do you think?" He stared at the man who had just spoken.

"What your attitude, boy? Did I say that? I didn't say that." The guy was annoyed by Mu Fan's tone. How many good-tempered guys were there in the dojo? Why would a new guy call them that?

"Who else do you think?" Mu Fan ignored him and walked straight toward him.

"How can you talk to a senior like that?" The man was extremely unhappy. Was this the attitude a senior should have? Man Kun could not protect you anymore, but he was still so arrogant. This was a veteran in the dojo who had been working for more than three months. He paid special attention to protecting himself when he fought, and he had already learned his crafty skills when he rolled and fell. When he saw Mu Fan, who had only been here for more than two days, using such a tone, the people around him laughed at him. His face burned.

Mu Fan did not say a word. He walked straight toward them, his eyes cold.

"You are already beaten up like this, and you still have the mood to care about others. What a joke." The man was chattering and laughing at the rookie sparring partner, who looked like he had been beaten down. He showed his presence to his partner.

"You… Urgh! Urgh! ~ Urgh, let go, let go!" The man did not expect Mu Fan to walk straight toward him. He did not waste time talking and grabbed him by the collar like a rooster stuck in its throat. He kept crying and his face blushed!

He subconsciously put his hand on it and tried to pull the boy's hand away.

But when his hand grasped Mu Fan's wrist, he realized that the arm of the boy, who looked thinner, was like steel! He could not feel any sunken muscles when he pinched it. The bright and streamlined muscles in front of the arm looked like they were cast from bronze!

"Let me ask you, who else is there?" Mu Fan raised his right arm, which was holding his collar. He lifted the man up and hung him in the air.

His arm was stretched straight!

His body did not move an inch!

The face in his hands turned red, and he chuckled. He did not let go of Su Chen's hand.

This was a level-eight sparring partner, but he was like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered in his hands.

The people around them were shocked. This rookie, who had always been like a rabbit, thought he was a herbivore with a big appetite, but now he looked like a dragon in human form! He raised this person in such a strong and violent manner in front of his colleagues and students.

"Answer me!" Mu Fan's eyes were fierce and sharp, without any trace of the kindness from before.

The man clenched his fist so tightly that his eyes turned white.

"I… say… I say…" came the struggling voice.

"Bang!" Mu Fan threw him down and looked indifferently at the person who kept coughing on the floor.

The blood on his back seeped through his training uniform.

However, no one dared to laugh at him. No one spoke again. The scene was silent. All the attention was on the trainer Mu Fan was looking down at.

"And… and Man kun," the guy answered immediately when he caught his breath, afraid that Mu Fan would bring him up again if he was unhappy. He couldn't stay in the dojo anymore. It was time to change places. It was too embarrassing.

"What happened to him?" Mu Fan stared at the man in front of him like a wolf. Man Kun was the first person to receive him after entering the dojo. It had only been two days, but he could tell who was good and who was bad.

"He—he was beaten up badly. One of his legs is broken. He was just sent to be treated." The people around them could not bear to see this. Man Kun had accompanied the VIP client to practice today. They did not expect that the VIP would not know his limits when he attacked Man Kun, who was a basic-level manager. He was crippled after a few moves. The dojo had already sent Man Kun out for treatment.

"Who hit him?" Mu Fan's eyes became calm and indifferent, and his right fist suddenly creaked.

The man on the floor shivered.

"Young—Young Master Wen."

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