Ai Tutu, The Trouble Magnet

Mo Fan pondered for a moment and said, "The only ones I can think of who would want me dead are from the Black Flood Pavilion, so..."

"I want you to protect my sister, Xin Xia, and my dad!"

Mo Fan said with a serious expression. He was actually hoping the Black Flood Pavilion would attack him, so he could retaliate with a clear conscience.

"What about you? If you die... it'll affect our Azure Sky Hunter Agency's reputation," Ling Ling said with a troubled expression.

"You little rascal, I thought you'd be worried about my safety!" Mo Fan said, patting Ling Ling's head again.

"Alright, it's settled then. Besides, I'll be staying at the Pearl Institute. I don't believe those scumbags from the Black Flood Pavilion dare to make a move on me within the academy," Mo Fan said.

After speaking, Mo Fan left the agency, not giving Ling Ling a chance to change her mind!

After Mo Fan left, Ling Ling looked at Old Man Bao. "Grandpa..."

"Just do as Mo Fan said. Don't worry about that brat's safety. His strength is far greater than you imagine," Old Man Bao said, puffing on his pipe.

Ever since Mo Fan heard about the Black Flood Pavilion's plans against him, he had been going out more frequently, creating countless opportunities for them to assassinate him. But the Black Flood Pavilion seemed to have given up on assassination, showing no signs of activity.

However, Mo Fan knew that the Black Flood Pavilion was trying to lull him into a false sense of security, to relax his guard before delivering a fatal blow at the crucial moment!

Time ticked by, and Mo Fan returned safely from the wilderness once again. This time, the Black Flood Pavilion members who attempted to assassinate him were much more cautious than Yu Ang.

If it were Yu Ang's usual personality, he would have already lost his patience and attacked Mo Fan. But Yu Ang had already been utterly destroyed by Mo Fan. Mo Fan didn't even know who was responsible for the assassination attempt this time, from the Black Flood Pavilion.

As soon as Mo Fan arrived at Lujiazui, he received a call from Ai Tutu. In this life, Ai Tutu called him very often, almost every two days.

"Hello, Mo Fan, where are you?" Ai Tutu's voice sounded a little anxious.

"What's wrong this time?" Mo Fan sighed and asked.

"Mo Fan, hurry over! I'm on South Yu Street, and some foreigners are bullying me!" Ai Tutu said, sounding panicked.

Perhaps because they had met earlier, their relationship was much closer than in their previous lives. Plus, Mo Fan had become much more handsome and had a good reputation.

Mo Fan glanced at the location Ai Tutu had sent him and found it wasn't far. He immediately used Teleportation to get off the bus.

"Holy crap!!"

Three young women on the bus, who had been secretly watching Mo Fan, saw him disappear and let out a classic exclamation.

They rubbed their eyes and found that Mo Fan had indeed vanished. They were instantly shocked.

"Was that handsome guy... human or ghost?"

"I don't know, but he couldn't have been a ghost."

"I heard that high-level Space Element magic is Teleportation. Could that handsome guy just now be—"

Mo Fan, of course, couldn't hear their discussion.

He teleported off the bus and appeared on a pedestrian street. His appearance was rather sudden, attracting the attention of several passersby.

Mo Fan gave an apologetic smile, then pulled down his hat and walked towards the location Ai Tutu had sent him.

When he arrived at the Starbucks she had mentioned, Mo Fan immediately spotted Ai Tutu, who was wearing a cartoon-patterned outfit. This panda-girl was quite attractive.

(Clothes and figure are for reference only)

Ai Tutu was very excited when she saw Mo Fan. With a running jump, she threw herself into Mo Fan's arms. Her well-developed panda physique pressed intimately against Mo Fan's chest.

"Mo Fan, you really came to save me," Ai Tutu said, hugging Mo Fan tightly.

Mo Fan gently patted her back and said, "That's a strange thing to say. When have I ever stood you up? Tell me, what trouble have you gotten into now?"

Before Ai Tutu could speak, Mo Fan felt several cold, angry gazes.

Mo Fan followed the gazes and saw a group of strange people.

They were wearing suits and had Asian features, but their skin was much darker than Donghuang people, and they carried an aura that smelled faintly of curry.

"Southeast Asians?" Mo Fan muttered softly.

Those Southeast Asians were looking at Mo Fan with anger. "Mage, don't meddle in other people's business. That woman disrespected our King... our Young Master. We won't make things difficult for her; she just needs to apologize to our Young Master."

"Apologize?" Mo Fan looked down at Ai Tutu and asked, "What did you do?"

Ai Tutu stuck out her tongue with a silly grin. "I just made a little joke. Who knew they were foreigners?"

It was obvious that Ai Tutu had caused the trouble.

But what could he do? Friends (or lovers), he had to indulge her.

Mo Fan said in universal language, "Look, friend, I'll apologize on her behalf, and we can let this matter go. How about that?"

"No, she must apologize in person. If we can't talk this out properly, then don't blame us," the Southeast Asian man said sternly.

As he spoke, a powerful magical aura began to emanate from him.

"Honestly, why do some people just insist on getting beaten up?"

Mo Fan shook his head. A huge, red Ghost Eye opened on his chest, but it was hidden by his clothes, so no one could see it.

As his Shadow Element entered the Intermediate Level, the abilities of Ghost Shadow and Ghost Eye would also be strengthened.

In an instant, those Southeast Asians suddenly felt Mo Fan's aura change. He transformed from an ordinary, sunny, cheerful young man into something decaying, an ominous aura radiating from him.

"Ghost Shadow!!"

Mo Fan's eyes turned deep and dim, like the gaze of a dying man, trembling slightly with his fingertip.

The people from Southeast Asia felt a great terror descend upon them. Coldness, stiffness, and death crept up from their feet. They looked down and saw that their own shadows seemed to have come alive, beginning to devour their bodies.

Horror, fear, and dread. An inexplicable atmosphere enveloped them.

And the source of all this was the young man who had just spoken kindly to them.

"Now. Can this matter be put to rest?" A faint red light reflected in Mo Fan's pupils, his voice hoarse and filled with the aura of death.

"Y-yes! Yes!"

Hearing Mo Fan's words, the Southeast Asians nodded frantically. If they didn't nod now, they would lose their lives.

"That's good then."

After speaking, Mo Fan abruptly withdrew all his divine abilities, and his face once again returned to its previous kind smile.

But the Southeast Asians no longer found that smile warm. It was clearly the smile of a devil. They would forever remember that rotten, dark, and ominous aura, for it was the smell of death.

Seeing Mo Fan display his might, Ai Tutu exclaimed with surprise, "Mo Fan, your strength has gotten even stronger!!"

"My strength has indeed become a bit more... resilient."

"Resilient? What do you mean?"

"Idiot, 'resilient' is like 'cockroach,' right? I've indeed become a little bit stronger." Mo Fan scorned the uncultured Ai Tutu.

Ai Tutu: (○д)

Can you just get lost with your stale jokes!

To thank Mo Fan, Ai Tutu intended to treat him to a meal, but Mo Fan suggested they buy some things and eat back at the apartment.