Chapter 40 (1/2)

Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

After training for an entire morning, Mu Fan’s training results were as follows…

In the beginning, Mu Fan could only manage two blue and three red mechanical levers, and five control buttons on the control panel. Two hours later, he was able to manage four blue and four red mechanical levers and six control buttons.

Mu Fan was like a sponge absorbing water as he quickly learned from Black’s instructions. Finally, before lunchtime, he was able to make the EH01 walk and even skip a bit. However, Mu Fan was still feeling slightly embarrassed when he exited the PO Battle Network as Black smiled at him.

Black flew a few rounds inside the cockpit and murmured to itself, “Is this too mean to Mu Fan?”

But then, its eyes squinted into two lines again, and it continued to murmur, “Lord Egg has to be the best, because he can’t ruin Lord Black’s reputation! Yeah, that’s right; he can’t ruin my reputation.”

“Mhm? Something interesting is being broadcasted on Planet Surge’s radio channel; I should go check it out!”

Black’s eyes turned from dots to circles as it disappeared in mid-air.

About 2.7 light years away on Planet Surge, a recent piece of news was playing on the radio: “The Annual Beauty Pageant on Planet Surge is about to begin…”

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Mu Fan could tell that Chubby Harry lost again from the deadness in his eyes. Young Master Harry was exasperated, and he asked Uncle Wu through the skycom to double the lunch today. Chubby Harry decided to finish both sets of lunch by himself after Mu Fan rejected his invitation, and he also needed food to calm himself down as he got badly defeated during the last battle.

Mu Fan was upset as well, so he asked for 12 meal boxes for lunch. He used a lot of energy during the fight with Young Master Wen, and he had to eat it all back. The crowd made way for him as he walked into the cafeteria. Even though Mu Fan was not a sensitive person, he could still feel the respect and fear in their eyes.

The strongest human sandbag is here! It isn’t a joke! Jereff got beaten until he puked blood! However, this boy is sitting here eating 12 meal boxes like nothing! He is fine, and he is eating even more! Much more!

I know I don’t want to irritate him for sure; I’ll walk around him. One of them thought this way, and so did the rest of them as they weren’t dumb. Mu Fan got the same treatment as Jereff before.

Mu Fan finished the nutritious meal, and he felt like every single cell in his body was bathing in the warm sunlight. He was filled with energy again!

When Mu Fan got up and left, everyone looked at the big purple bruise on his arm and paid respect with their stares.

It’s going to be the same routine in the afternoon, Mu Fan thought as he rubbed his chin. Maybe I’ll head out since it’s still early?

After thinking for a bit, Mu Fan changed back to his own clothes and left the Budokan.

The temperature was quite hot in the city district during noon. Also, since the UV radiation was quite high on Planet Loga, there weren’t many pedestrians on the streets; most of them would rather stay in the cool indoors instead, and the streets were the least busy during noon.

Mu Fan wondered how Old Uncle Budd was doing and decided that he could pay him a visit at his shop during the weekends when the Budokan would be closed.

Mu Fan had a little bit of money now. It was roughly 1,000 star coins; he never had this much money on him before. He looked at his worn-out backpack with holes and licked his lips before walking towards the equipment shop not far away. It was time to buy a more durable combat backpack.

“Welcome,” the receptionists at the gate bowed as they welcomed Mu Fan.

“We look forward to seeing you again.”

At this moment, two men with yellowish-green linen tops and guns buckled to their belt walked out of the door. One was taller than the other, and each of them carried a sleeping bag in their arms. Although they looked friendly as they waved goodbye to the receptionists, the occasional viciousness that flashed across their eyes made Mu Fan furrow his brows.

When these two men passed Mu Fan, the shorter one who was carrying his sleeping bag sideways didn’t seem to notice Mu Fan at all.

Mu Fan stood still and waited for him to turn 90 degrees, but the short man walked straight out with the sleeping bag and hit Mu Fan’s shoulder.

“Are you f*cking blind?” the shorter man shouted first when he felt the sleeping bag hitting onto something.

“You are blind, and your mouth stinks,” Mu Fan said coldly as he stared at the shorter man who looked fierce.

“Kid, do you want to die?!” The shorter man was about to attack when the taller one grabbed his arm and scolded, “Hey! Stop that!”