Mo Fan thought for a moment and said, "The only people I can think of who would want to kill me are the Black Flood Pavilion. So..."
"I want you to protect my little sister Xin Xia and my old man!"
Mo Fan said with a serious expression. Right now, he wished the Black Flood Pavilion would attack him so he could retaliate and kill them with justification.
"What about you? If you die, it'll damage the reputation of our Azure Sky Hunter Agency." Ling Ling said with a conflicted look on her little face.
"You little girl, I thought you'd be worried about my safety!" Mo Fan said as he rubbed Ling Ling's little head again.
"Fine, it's settled then. Besides, I'm always at Pearl Institute. I don't believe those Black Flood Pavilion scum would dare make a move on me inside the institute," Mo Fan said.
After saying that, Mo Fan left the Hunting Office without giving little Ling Ling a chance to change her mind!
After Mo Fan left, Ling Ling looked at Old Man Bao. "Grandpa."
"Do as Mo Fan says. There's no need to worry about that brat's safety. He's much stronger than you think," Old Man Bao said as he puffed out smoke.
After hearing that the Black Flood Pavilion was plotting against him, Mo Fan went out even more frequently, creating countless opportunities for them to assassinate him. Yet the Black Flood Pavilion seemed to have given up on killing him entirely, without making the slightest move.
But Mo Fan knew the Black Flood Pavilion was trying to lull him into lowering his guard before delivering a fatal blow at a critical moment!
Time passed bit by bit. Mo Fan returned safely from the wilderness once again. This time, the Black Flood Pavilion members assigned to assassinate him were far more cautious than Yu Ang had been.
If it had been Yu Ang, he would have long since lost patience and launched an assassination attempt on Mo Fan. But Yu Ang had already been ground to dust by Mo Fan, and Mo Fan had no idea who was in charge of this assassination attempt!
The moment Mo Fan arrived at Lujiazui, he received a call from Ai Tutu. In this life, Ai Tutu called him very often, almost once every two days.
"Hello, Mo Fan, where are you?" Ai Tutu's voice was somewhat anxious.
"What did you do this time?" Mo Fan asked with a sigh.
"Mo Fan, hurry over! I'm on Nanyu Street. Some foreigners are bullying me!" Ai Tutu said in a panic.
Perhaps because they had met earlier, their relationship was much closer than it had been in his previous life. On top of that, Mo Fan had become much more handsome and had a pretty good reputation.
Mo Fan glanced at the location Ai Tutu had sent him and found that it was not far away, so he directly used Teleport to get off the bus.
"Holy shit!!"
The three young women on the bus, who had been secretly watching Mo Fan the whole time, watched him vanish before their eyes and immediately cursed in shock.
They rubbed their eyes and found that Mo Fan really had disappeared. Their hearts were instantly filled with shock.
"Was that handsome guy just now a human or a ghost?"
"No idea, but he couldn't have been a ghost, right?"
"I heard that the High-level Magic of Space Element Magic is instant movement. Could that handsome guy just now have been—"
Naturally, Mo Fan could not hear their discussion.
After teleporting off the bus, he appeared on a pedestrian street. His sudden appearance caught the attention of several passersby.
Mo Fan smiled apologetically, then lowered his cap and headed toward the location Ai Tutu had sent him.
When he reached the Starbucks she had mentioned, Mo Fan spotted Ai Tutu in her cartoon-patterned clothes at a glance. This panda girl was actually rather pretty.
(Clothing and figure for reference only)
Ai Tutu was extremely excited when she saw Mo Fan. With a running leap, she threw herself into his arms, her wonderfully developed panda pressing intimately against his chest.
"Mo Fan, I knew you'd come save me," Ai Tutu said, hugging him tightly.
Mo Fan gently patted her back. "There's something wrong with that statement. When have I ever stood you up? Tell me, what trouble did you get into this time?"
Before Ai Tutu could speak, Mo Fan felt several cold, furious gazes.
Mo Fan followed those gazes and saw a strange group of people.
They were dressed in formal suits and had Asian features, but their skin was much darker than Donghuang people's, and they carried an air that smelled distinctly of curry.
"Southeast Asians?" Mo Fan murmured quietly.
The Southeast Asians glared angrily at Mo Fan. "Mage, don't meddle in other people's business. That woman showed disrespect toward our king... young master. We won't make things difficult for her. She only needs to apologize to our young master."
"Apologize?" Mo Fan lowered his head and looked at Ai Tutu. "What did you do?"
Ai Tutu grinned foolishly and stuck out her tongue. "I only made a little joke. Who knew they were foreigners?"
There was no need to ask. Ai Tutu had obviously caused trouble again.
But there was nothing he could do. Friends... cannon friends, right? He could only spoil her.
Mo Fan said in the international common language, "Friend, how about this? I'll apologize on her behalf, and we'll let this matter go. How does that sound?"
"No. She must apologize in person. If we can't settle this properly, then don't blame us," the Southeast Asian man said sternly.
As he spoke, a powerful magical aura began to emanate from him.
"Seriously, why are there always people who insist on getting beaten up?"
Mo Fan shook his head. A huge red ghost eye opened on his chest, though no one could see it beneath his clothes.
After the Shadow Element entered the Intermediate level, the abilities of Ghost Shadow and the ghost eye had also strengthened.
In an instant, the Southeast Asians suddenly felt Mo Fan's aura change. He transformed from an ordinary, sunny, cheerful young man into something decayed, with an ominous aura radiating from his body.
Ghost Shadow!!
Mo Fan's eyes became deep and dim, like the gaze of someone on the verge of death, while his fingers trembled slightly.
The Southeast Asians felt an immense terror descend upon them. Coldness, rigidity, and death crept upward from beneath their feet. Looking down, they discovered that their own shadows had come alive and were beginning to devour their bodies.
Horror, dread, fear... an inexplicable atmosphere hung over their heads.
And the source of it all was the young man who had spoken so kindly to them just moments ago.
"Now... can this matter be considered settled?" A faint red light reflected in Mo Fan's pupils, his voice hoarse and filled with the stench of death.
"Y-yes! Yes, it can!"
Upon hearing Mo Fan's words, the Southeast Asians nodded frantically. If they did not nod, they would lose their lives.
"Good."
After speaking, Mo Fan abruptly withdrew all his abilities, and the amiable smile returned to his face.
But the Southeast Asians no longer found that smile warm. It was clearly the smile of a devil. They would forever remember that decayed, dark, ominous aura, because it was the scent of death.
Seeing Mo Fan display such might, Ai Tutu said in delighted surprise, "Mo Fan, you've gotten stronger again!!"
"I have indeed cockroached up a little."
"Cockroached? What does that mean?"
"Idiot, isn't a cockroach called Little Strong? I've indeed gotten a little stronger." Mo Fan looked down on uncultured Ai Tutu.
Ai Tutu: (○д)
Can you take your terrible joke and get lost!
To thank Mo Fan, Ai Tutu planned to treat him to a meal, but Mo Fan suggested buying some things and eating back at the apartment instead.
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