1193 Assembling the Team for the Wasteland (1/2)
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
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The wind in autumn was soothing. The cars driving past occasionally would sweep the fallen leaves scattered on the ground into the air.
”Son of a b**ch, were you trying to show off your sports car!?” a young man yelled furiously from the side of the road.
Beside the young man was a man wearing sloppy clothes. He had pierced ears and his hair looked stylish. He also had a faint tattoo on his face. He must have great courage to have a tattoo on his face.
However, the courageous man did not dare show his temper. He stood with his head lowered. He did not dare to snap back at the seemingly ordinary young man who was scolding him.
As a matter of fact, no one would dare to say a word when an enormous white wolf more than ten feet tall was standing beside them!
”Bud...buddy, can you please put your wolf away? It's disrupting traffic and scaring the people, too. I know that you have the license of a Hunter Master, but you have gathered a huge crowd...” A few traffic policemen tried to resolve the conflict, but they too did not dare speak too loudly.
”That's what he gets for mocking me!” Mo Fan spat.
Mo Fan was planning to visit the Hunter Union. Since the place was not too far away, he decided to go for a run for a little exercise. To his surprise, the man with piercings went full torque and drove past Mo Fan while raising his middle finger!
Mo Fan was immediately enraged. He summoned the Flying Creek Snow Wolf right away and intercepted the man's car in only a few seconds.
Were the people of his country blind? He had won the World College Tournament for the country, yet not only did they fail to recognize their hero? The man even gave him a middle-finger while driving past him, forcing him to ruin his image!
”Piss off, the next time I see you, I will tear your car apart!” Mo Fan snapped at the man.
”Yes, yes, I won't do it again!” The man was utterly relieved. He immediately pressed hard on the pedal to leave the place as soon as possible.
”You're still speeding? Don't you know how to drive slower!?”
”Ok, ok!” The man immediately stepped on the brakes and obediently drove the sport car away like it was an electric scooter. The car slowly faded into the distance.
The traffic policemen were relieved. Didn't they always say Advanced Mages would usually behave themselves? They would not bother being too fussy with normal folks. Why did they stumble into an Advanced Mage that seemed to enjoy stirring up trouble? The whole street was screaming after seeing his imperious frosty wolf!.
Besides, there was no ride that would catch more attention than the man's Summoned Beast.
”Speaking of which, your wolf looks quite familiar. He looks like the wolf that the winner of the World College Tournament Mo Fan Summoned,” one of the policemen noticed.
Mo Fan smiled. Finally, someone that watched TV! He had such a brilliant performance in the World College Tournament. It did not make sense that no one would recognize him when he was walking on the street!
”It really is, friend; are you Mo Fan's fan, too? You even dyed your wolf the same color as his Flying Creek Snow Wolf!” another policeman spoke up.
”...” Mo Fan had the urge to feed the two policemen to his wolf. Did he really look so different on screen and in real life!?
He had no one to blame but himself for rejecting all the personal interviews. It was quite difficult to see a participant's face clearly on the screen during the matches of the World College Tournament.
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Mo Fan proceeded on his way to the Hunter Union. The man that Mo Fan had taught a lesson just a few moments ago had left his car on the side of the road. He quickly went into a dimly-lit shop.
He went to a corner and smiled as he said to a skinny man with a long chin hiding in the shadows, ”I've tested him. He's just a hot-headed fool, he can't endure the slightest provocation.”
”Humph, that's not hot-headed, that's something wrong with his brain. Otherwise, he would not dare to do such thing to my brother!” the man with a long chin said.
”Shall we proceed with the plan?” the man with piercings asked.
”Go ahead,” the man with a long chin said.
As soon as he finished the sentence, a man wearing half a mask slowly walked out from the shadows. His eyes were flickering with hatred, as if it had set his eyes aflame.
”Just do as you please, we'll handle the rest!” the man with a long chin said to the masked man.