Chapter 33 (1/2)

Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

Mu Fan was absent-minded the entire afternoon when he was training with Chubby Harry. When Chubby Harry couldn’t punch any longer after 30 minutes of training, Mu Fan dropped his arms and stood still.

“Mu Fan, what’s wrong?”

“There’s something that I want to deal with.”

“What is it?” Chubby Harry rubbed his wrists as he asked.

“Do you know Young Master Wen?” Mu Fan asked in a soft tone.

Chubby Harry didn’t catch it at first. “Which Young Master Wen?”

“The only son of the Second Senator,” Mu Fan repeated what he had heard from Man Kun.

“Wen Zheming?!” Harry’s brows pinched together as he asked Mu Fan, “Why are you asking about him? He’s a ruthless person and doesn’t have a good reputation within our circle.”

“He’s here.”

“What!?!” Chubby Harry jumped up. Wen Zheming is here too! What kind of joke is this! How come I didn’t know!

Mu Fan organized his thoughts and said to Chubby Harry, “My friend’s leg got broken by him, so I want to meet him.”

“No, you can’t! That person’s too dangerous!” Chubby Harry sounded worried.

Mu Fan squinted his eyes as he said calmly, “I must go.”

Chubby Harry suddenly remembered how skilled Mu Fan actually was, but he still worried for him. “Mu Fan, you must remember that you shouldn’t mess with him, or else we will be in big trouble.”

“I just want to be his practice partner when there’s time.” Mu Fan nodded.

“You’re crazy,” Chubby Harry murmured. Believing what Mu Fan had said was the same as believing space pirates were all going to be good people from now on.

“You don’t believe me?” Mu Fan said as he raised his punch target pad and nodded at Chubby Harry. “Again!!”

Chubby Harry pushed himself up helplessly.

After an entire afternoon of training, Chubby Harry was so tired that he didn’t even have the energy to talk. However, since Mu Fan was his friend now, he would support him in his decisions.

Meanwhile, Mu Fan didn’t seem tired at all, and he was fine the entire afternoon.

However, this was like the calm before the storm; the calmer it seemed, the stronger the storm would be.

After changing into street clothes and confirming the ten o’clock appointment tomorrow, Chubby Harry dashed away from Mu Fan immediately, and Mu Fan also headed downstairs to change.

Eh? That figure?

Mu Fan walked towards the changeroom with his head lowered, and he suddenly saw someone walking by in an unsteady manner and collasped when he passed by.

Mu Fan quickly reached out to support the person and looked up at the same time. It was Jereff!

Jereff’s right eye was swollen up, and the corner of his left eye was bleeding non-stop. His eyes almost couldn’t be opened, so he didn’t see it was Mu Fan who held him, and he tried to push the person away.

“Go away; I don’t need help.”

Even though Jereff was taller than Mu Fan by a head, and his body size doubled Mu Fan’s, Mu Fan was still able to hold his shoulders firmly.

“It’s…you boy?” Jereff finally realized that it was Mu Fan who was holding him up.

“Young Master Wen?” Mu Fan only mentioned a name, but Jereff understood what he meant as he raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah. He’s pretty tough and ruthless. I couldn’t dodge but I made it. Ha…” Jereff’s face twitched in pain as he stretched the wound near his lips.

“I’m going to find Charison tomorrow, and I’ll take it from here.” Mu Fan raised his head as he looked at Jereff who was bruised all over.

“This is my job, and nobody’s going to take it away from me!” Jereff was mad as he felt like he was being looked down upon, and he whipped away Mu Fan’s hand as he staggered into the changeroom.

Mu Fan didn’t stop him this time; he only watched Jereff walk away. He was silent, but his eyes were glistening. He could sense that the battle call was going to approach him soon.

The day ended, and Mu Fan received the 500 star coins with both hands. One hour later, Mu Fan arrived precisely at the abandoned factory. Nobody had activated the alarm, and there were only claw marks on the thin sand, indicating that birds were here for food before.