Chapter 9 (1/2)

Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

“Hahahahaha!” Jereff, who was not far away from Mu Fan, noticed the situation over here and laughed loudly at him. “Are you daydreaming? Or are you already scared by a sandbag? It’s not a place for you to play house, you know? Hahahahaha!”

Mu Fan punched straight at the target with a steady rhythm repetitively, going left, right, left, and right. It was like… It was rhythmic like his breathing when he was asleep. If someone looked closely enough, it wouldn’t be hard to notice that his eyes weren’t focused on anything, and a bit of saliva was dangling at the corner of his mouth.

Jereff felt disappointed that Mu Fan didn’t respond to his mockery, so he felt bored. It wasn’t fitting for him to do anything else, so he decided to leave the kid who was zoning out alone.

Five minutes passed. Everyone was practicing, and Mu Fan was punching with a steady rhythm.

Fifteen minutes passed. Everyone was still practicing, and Mu Fan still continued to throw punches with a steady rhythm…

Half an hour passed. Some people were taking a water break, yet Mu Fan still kept on punching at the same tempo. Few people had noticed Mu Fan by now. If they were sensitive enough, they would have noticed that he was punching with the exact same rhythm that he had before, but the target sandbag hadn’t moved a bit.

Fifty minutes passed. Most people had stopped to rest and chat with each other, including Jereff. However, Mu Fan was still throwing his punches at the target with the exact same steady rhythm. But this time, he attracted more attention as some people were starting to chatter about him.

“This boy seems okay. He has been going at it for 50 minutes straight.”

“Look at the target, it hasn’t moved a bit. He’s not using much strength, and you are only hearing the sounds.”

“Jereff’s heading over again; is he going to teach that boy a lesson since he doesn’t like him?”

“Shh… Look, Jereff’s ‘patting’ the boy! Is that boy going to get pushed onto the ground from that? Hahaha.”

Jereff took a sip of water and frowned as he walked over to Mu Fan, but Mu Fan didn’t notice anything as he continued to throw his punches in a steady manner with his eyes still out of focus.

“Hey, boy, use some strength.” Jereff sneered with a bad intention and secretly added some strength when he slapped his left hand onto Mu Fan’s left shoulder as if they were best buddies.

He knew that most people that weigh less than 100 kg wouldn’t be able to withstand his slap. This Mu Fan kid weighs 70 kg at most, and he keeps on punching non-stop like an idiot and didn’t respond to anything like an idiot. Is he here to be a bodybuilder? All in all, Jereff found the existence of this boy to be very irritating!

However, just like with Man Kun, the situation that Jereff anticipated did not happen. He felt as if his hand had slammed onto a rock, and all he really felt was Mu Fan’s joint movement as he pulled back his hand.

“Boy!” Jereff felt embarrassed again and smiled viciously at Mu Fan who slowly turned back towards him.

All he saw was that the pair of unfocused eyes shook a little and concentrated onto him.

Mu Fan stared at the big man before him as he raised his brows with joy. “Is it lunchtime now?”

“Huh?” Jereff was confused and couldn’t keep up his aggression anymore.

“Is it lunchtime now?” Mu Fan raised his head at Jereff and asked again.

“Oh. Oh yeah, almost.” Jereff was completely dumbfounded as it was the first time that he met someone like this.

“Okay, thanks!” Having heard that it was almost lunchtime, Mu Fan became energetic again like when he first walked into the Budokan.

“Kid, you are thinking about eating already when you haven’t even worked yet? How much can you even eat with that slim figure of yours? I hope you don’t choke from eating too much,” Jereff mocked Mu Fan after coming back to his senses.

“What’s ‘choke’?” Mu Fan never had enough to eat before, so he didn’t even have the concept of being full from eating, let alone what it meant to choke on too much food; he really didn’t know.

“You!” The blade scar on Jereff’s forehead was even twitching from anger. If no one was watching, he really would have punched Mu Fan; he wanted to send this boy flying.

“How much you can eat is proportional to your strength, boy.” After Jereff had retired from mercenary work, he was becoming more and more ordinary, and his mind had become more twisted as he worked at the Budokan for the last two years.