Chapter 36 (1/2)

Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

A short silence appeared in the training room!

Mu Fan didn’t collapse as Wen Zheming expected, and he even blocked Wen Zheming’s stronger punch.

Wen Zheming’s face twitched as his expression became more evil!

Not bad! Then take this! Without a pause nor giving time to Mu Fan to react, Wen Zheming used his left leg as support while his right leg kicked up, changing his punch to a kick! The buff guy from not long ago was struck unconscious by this move.

Garbage!

Wen Zheming wanted to vent out all the rage from the past few days.

Meanwhile, Mu Fan curled his left arm upwards to block Wen Zheming’s powerful kick, and his right hand rested between his back and the back of his left arm as he bent his knees for support.

Bam! His body froze slightly and returned to his normal position; his two different movements slowed down and stopped the powerful kick.

Wen Zheming stopped and stood up straight as he stared at the slim boy in front of him. He said softly, “You trash; you don’t even have the courage to fight back.”

Mu Fan was looking down, and he didn’t even lift his eyelids when he heard this. However, nobody saw the tint of redness that flashed across his eyes; his eyes sharpened like a blade

Mu Fan who was lifting the punch target suddenly laughed out loud, which made Wen Zheming’s expression turn colder.

“If that’s the case, then I’m allowed to fight back?”

Wen Zheming didn’t speak a word when he heard Mu Fan’s question in a careless tone. Instead, he leaped up and whipped his leg toward Mu Fan with a stronger force!

Mu Fan still didn’t look up. Like a bull charging at the red flag, he swung the punch target against the kick with an even more violent force.

Pang!

Wen Zheming’s leg landed on the punch target, but it felt slightly different this time as he didn’t feel like he was hitting against a passive wooden dummy anymore, but rather there was a violent strike against his leg.

Eh?

Wen Zheming felt like something was wrong, and he retracted his leg and was about to kick again.

However, Mu Fan’s fist pulled back at a faster speed and punched out again immediately!

“Young Master Wen, I’m going to fight back now. Let me know if you can’t handle it.”

Like an ignited TNT, Mu Fan instantly exploded!

…

Paper could never withhold fire. Although Charison sent away Jereff secretly, once one person found out, then everyone would know after the news got spread around.

The people at the training court No. 5 were socializing, and a few sentences would pop up occasionally when they chatted.

“You’re early today; did you see Jereff?”

“What a coincidence. You know about this too?”

“Shh, who doesn’t! There’s no way Charison could hide this even if he wants to.”

“Jereff had it pretty bad yesterday… Today… Tsk tsk…”

“Don’t take pleasure in others’ misfortune; it might happen to all of us one day even though none of us want it when we entered the industry,” someone talked back.

Another person soon followed. “Big Dave, you are much smaller compared to Jereff, so don’t make such heartless statements. You would probably be out in 20 minutes. Maybe even dead.”

The one who mocked Jereff raised his eyebrows as he was going to talk back.

“Shh, stop it. Look, Charison came down.”

“Shh…”

Someone with sharp eyes noticed that the Budokan’s middle-tier executive, Charison, had a gloomy expression as he walked towards them with his hands behind his back. Everyone went quiet after a quiet gasp and started to put more effort into training.

“You bunch of slackers! Leave if you don’t want to work here anymore! None of you are important, and the Budokan will keep running regardless if you’re here or not. If any of you gossip any longer, then you’re fired!” Charison scolded them with bloodshot eyes as he walked to this training court.

Mr. Charison was pissed off.

Nobody dared to reply or make a sound as they didn’t dare to get on Charison’s bad side. As long as they didn’t partner up with a brutal client, the pay for this job was quite decent.

No one wanted to get the medical compensation, nor did anyone want to be fired.

Charison was more anxious than ever since Mu Fan had left, and he couldn’t even smoke that amazing cigar for more than two puffs.

He was not his usual self. Since when did a noble young master from District 1 ever come to District 22? Never! So, this was a chance for him to jump out of this district. But if he didn’t grab this chance, he probably wouldn’t even be able to stand again.

Wen Zheming had crazy mood swings and a small heart; he would seek revenge for the smallest grievance. Who wasn’t afraid of him!?

The more that Charison thought about this, the more frustrated he got. When he walked downstairs, he could even guess what these gossipy people were chit chatting about with his butt.

“The next time I see someone chit chatting or gossiping, you’re fired right away!” Although Charison had a short figure, everyone shut their mouths after he spoke. Then, he walked back to the levitated elevator with a cold expression.

One second… Two second… Three Second…

Like a dam that suddenly collapsed, everyone busted out laughing.

“Did you see Charison’s face; it was wrinkled up like an orange peel! I’m dying of laughter, hahahaha!”