Chapter 32 (1/2)

Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

“Which floor is Young Master Wen on?” Mu Fan asked calmly.

“Third… Third floor, Advanced-VIP Room,” the man on the ground stuttered.

“Which room?” Mu Fan’s head slightly tilted upwards towards the third floor, and his eyes squinted.

“No. 1, but… he’s not there right now. You have to ask the Boss.” The man on the ground didn’t have a temper anymore. The most effective way to stop vicious and mean people was to beat them at their own game.

“Thank you,” Mu Fan nodded as he replied politely. The man on the ground was stunned by this turn of events.

Mu Fan turned around and walked away in a steady manner towards the levitated elevator.

The jaws of the regular clients in the area dropped as they watched this. Such tough people existed in the Budokan. Although we don’t know the details of what happened, judging by the situation, it seems like this boy probably has a good relationship with the crippled practice partner, and he is going to seek revenge.

“So cool!” Some female clients who came to work out admired Mu Fan as he walked away without hesitation. They started to ask around for the name of this dominating-looking practice partner.

Seek revenge and repay kindness.

Although Mu Fan only knew Man Kun for two days, they had become friends.

In this vast universe, Mu Fan would not submit to power nor wealth! He would not conform and would only walk on his own path to do what he wanted to do; that was Mu Fan’s attitude ever since he could remember!

The scene of Mu Fan’s first encounter with Man Kun two days ago appeared in his mind.

That burly man dressed in black was smiling as he introduced himself. “I’m Man Kun. Good luck boy.”

“Come here after lunch, and don’t be late.”

Language had a strange power. Sometimes, one would have to be sensitive to notice the deep hidden emotions. The cruel reality of the Budokan unravelled before Mu Fan’s eyes; he was unlucky. This was the superficiality of human relationships.

I’ll ask around for what exactly happened. Don’t worry, I will avenge you if you were wronged.

The things that they are too scared to do, I’ll take charge!

Those people who they don’t dare to bother, I’ll go deal with them!

The honor that you’ve lost, I’ll redeem it!

The dignity that he took away from you, I’ll make him spit it out!

Mu Fan emitted an inexplicable aura as he stepped into the levitated elevator, and the doors closed behind him.

Then, the blue light representing the fourth floor lit up.

…

Charison’s stubby body sank into the huge leather chair as he took out a cigar that was smuggled to him. Although it wasn’t as good and pure as the cigars those nobles, such as the mayor, enjoyed, he didn’t complain much as the average citizens would never be able to even see such cigars.

He sniffed his cigar hard as a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He took out a cigar cutter in the shape of a half-naked woman with his left hand, and then he put his right thumb and middle finger into it as he cut the cigar elegantly.

He took a big puff after he lit it up and sat there, indulging with the effect.

“Tsk, tsk, Young Master Wen’s leftovers are more than enough for me; it really is the good stuff. I don’t know which God I prayed to managed to pull through, but it’s so fortunate that Young Master Wen chose this location as his recent recreational place. Maybe it’s because the admission of military academies is about to start soon?” Charison puff out a ring of smoke as he rested his head on the back of his seat and smiled.

“Poor Man Kun, you’ve been working here for a while, but what else could you do when Young Master Wen chose you as his practice trainer since he thinks that you can fight. Well, anyone can be a sacrifice as long as I get my connections to Young Master Wen.”

“Sigh, but now, I’ll have to recruit more people. I will just promote two of the old birds below, and they will last for a while before then.”

Charison pondered as he scratched his chin with his pinky finger and murmured to himself, “As for Man Kun… I’ll send him home. Now, who’s going to be the next practice partner for Young Master Wen? Young Master Wen needs to leave some people in the Budokan, or else it will be hard to report to the boss.”

While Charison pondered, knocking noises sounded from the wooden door.

“Come in.” Charison’s head that was leaning on the back of his chair didn’t move a bit.

The door squeaked open, and Mu Fan walked in.

“Hey, you’re that boy from two days ago. You name is… What’s your name again? I remember that Man Kun brought you in. What are you here for?”

“I’m Mu Fan; I’m here to ask about Man Kun.”

Charison’s expression turned cold. “What do you want?”

“I want to go visit him,” Mu Fan answered calmly.

“Eh,” Charison’s expression softened after hearing this answer. “He did bring you in, and you probably should go visit him. He’s in the hospital at No.117 of East Street District. Is there anything else? If not, you may leave.”

Mu Fan nodded and said, “Eh. Also, I want to be Young Master Wen’s practice partner.”

Charison’s expression hardened again in an instant as his head left the back of his seat. He stared at Mu Fan as he warned him, “Hey boy, this is a budokan, and you guys are practice partners. You should be prepared for these things to happen.”

“I won’t fight back; I know I’m just a practice partner,” Mu Fan said calmly.

This stubby manager still had his eyes locked onto Mu Fan as he said slowly, “Young Master Wen is an VIP, and he’s not someone neither me nor you could mess around with. You can quit if you don’t want to continue this job.”

Mu Fan stared back at him for a while without fear and nodded. “I understand; I’ll go visit Man Kun.”

Then, he turned around as he walked towards the door.

Charison stared at Mu Fan coldly.

Mu Fan’s head tilted when he opened the door and said, “Mr. Charison, if it happens that Young Master Wen needs more practice partners, and no one else is available, let me give it a try.”