Just A Little Faster Than You

Lan Mu recognized the person behind him at a glance: it was Director of Public Security Ye Jinghong.

He had been at the scene last time the body was discovered, and Lan Mu had no reason to forget someone so close.

The man walked with a powerful stride, his movements revealing a military bearing.

Yet, at this moment, he was walking behind Fang Moqi. When Fang Moqi stopped, he stopped too!

"What's going on?" Lan Mu observed more closely, seeing Ye Jinghong staring grimly and indifferently at Fang Moqi's back. He didn't speak, as if he were openly tailing him.

Seeing Lan Mu staring intently behind him, Fang Moqi immediately chuckled. "Beautiful lady, don't mind that cop. He was inexplicably following me, and I caught him. He's acting all brazen now. Tsk tsk, just let him follow."

Lan Mu gritted his teeth, about to speak, when Fang Moqi suddenly reacted.

"Ah!" Fang Moqi pointed at Lan Mu and exclaimed, then paused for a moment before exclaiming, "Ah!" again.

"You're a man?" Fang Moqi had clearly noticed Lan Mu's Adam's apple.

"Heh..." Lan Mu had a lot he wanted to say, but it all came out as a single sound.

Coupled with Ye Jinghong staring at him from behind, he couldn't lash out and even felt a little guilty.

At this moment, Du Yu sidled up and said, "Brother Fang, you're finally here! The whole club has been waiting for you! Oh right, you promised to coach my archery last time, you have to keep your word now, right?"

Fang Moqi immediately adopted a dead-fish eye expression, gave a noncommittal "Ah," pretended not to hear, and turned back to speak to Lan Mu.

"This young man... it's so hot today, do you really need to cover up so thoroughly?"

"I want to," Lan Mu pouted.

Fang Moqi was speechless. Seeing that they were chatting, Du Yu seized the opportunity to say, "Brother Fang! Let me introduce you!"

"This is Lan Mu, the man with the strongest archery skills I've ever seen!"

"Oh..."

"Hmm?" Fang Moqi paused abruptly, his dead-fish eyes turning to Du Yu. "Is he a swordsman?"

"No! He's an archer! He's already surpassed you!" Du Yu stated emphatically.

Fang Moqi listened, not with mockery, but by seriously appraising Lan Mu. Although Lan Mu hid his face, he could still observe his hands and the stance of his legs.

After a few glances, Fang Moqi chuckled. "Is that so... Little Yu..."

Fang Moqi couldn't help but shake his head and pat Little Yu's hair, joking, "Since that's the case, you can learn from him from now on! Great, I won't be bothered by you anymore."

Du Yu saw that Fang Moqi didn't believe him and suddenly revealed a sly grin. "Brother Fang!"

"Do you dare to compete in archery with Brother Mu?"

"If you lose, you have to grant me three requests!"

Fang Moqi looked at Du Yu with his dead-fish eyes and said, "I never gamble."

Du Yu was surprised. "Impossible! My sister said you're a huge gambler!"

Fang Moqi's lips curled. He thought for a moment and then said helplessly, "What your sister means is... I'm someone who gambles with my life."

Du Yu was confident in Lan Mu's abilities and couldn't stand Fang Moqi not taking the bait. He quickly called out, "Brother Fang, don't you want to know what the stakes are if I lose?"

Fang Moqi was uninterested and was about to walk into the club's entertainment lobby.

"That short sword!" Du Yu suddenly shouted.

"If Brother Mu loses, I'll steal our family's heirloom short sword for you, even if I have to!"

Fang Moqi's steps suddenly froze. His dead-fish eyes instantly became spirited, his gaze deep.

"Brother Fang, haven't you always wanted that short sword? I'll bet it with you!" Du Yu looked like he was risking it all.

Fang Moqi looked at Du Yu in surprise. He did indeed want the Du family's heirloom ancient sword. However, he remained calm and didn't agree hastily.

"Little Yu, are you really that confident?"

"You know, if you dare to steal that sword, your grandfather will definitely kill you!"

At the word 'kill,' Fang Moqi's aura changed. Du Yu felt as if he were facing death, like prey being stared at by a predator. He shrank back in fear and couldn't help but take a step back.

Lan Mu suddenly looked at Fang Moqi. He was familiar with this feeling; it could be called killing intent, or the killing intent of a predator.

When he transformed into the White-haired Lion, he could easily emit this aura. However, after transforming into an Elf and a human, he lost this ability.

He never expected to feel the power of a formidable predator from a human.

"He actually has killing intent. This feeling... it's as if he's hunted countless creatures, perhaps even killed people." Lan Mu had also killed people, and quite a few at that. He immediately understood this killing intent.

Thinking of this, Lan Mu suddenly realized why Ye Jinghong was tracking Fang Moqi. Recalling how people at the club introduced Fang Moqi, his archery skills were definitely beyond ordinary. And Lan Mu had used a bow and arrow when he killed Yu Hetu. Therefore, without any leads, Ye Jinghong would naturally prioritize investigating archery experts in Modu and suspect Fang Moqi.

This guy, when he gets serious, exudes a murderous aura. His abilities must be extraordinary. It's reasonable to suspect him in any murder case...

"This guy is being targeted by the police in my place? This is... great!"

Lan Mu figured it out and couldn't help but laugh.

Du Yu, who had been terrified moments ago, saw Lan Mu's smile and suddenly felt emboldened. He took a step forward and pointed at Fang Moqi.

"Brother Fang! I'll bet with you! If I lose, even if my grandfather beats me to death, I'll accept the bet!"

Fang Moqi stared intently at Du Yu, unsure where his confidence came from.

It's impossible that the Lan Mu he relied on is really that strong? No way. His hands are smooth and his skin is very well-maintained, with no signs of long-term archery practice.

Even for him, Fang Moqi, to reach his current top-tier archery skills took more than a decade of relentless practice, hundreds of real combat encounters with wild beasts, and repeated refinement!

"Forget it. I wanted your family's Yuchang Sword, but in the end, it's just an external possession. If you lose, you might not be killed by your grandfather, but you'll definitely be crippled. Wouldn't your sister then be relentless in her pursuit of me? So even if I win, I won't take it. This bet is still meaningless to me."

Fang Moqi had indeed wanted the Du family's heirloom Yuchang Sword back then, but it was merely a matter of liking it. In recent years, he no longer pursued such ancient artifacts.

Du Yu was unwilling. Three favors from Fang Moqi! He really wanted them. As for losing? Although Fang Moqi was strong, his archery skills were definitely not as good as Lan Mu's.

Fang Moqi smiled at Du Yu's reluctant expression and said, "Alas, alright, I agree. But if you lose, you just need to stop pestering me from now on. If you want to learn archery, practice yourself... How about that?"

"Deal!"

Du Yu joyfully agreed and then looked at Lan Mu expectantly.

Lan Mu was still smiling inwardly at Fang Moqi when he suddenly noticed both of them staring at him.

Recalling their conversation, he was speechless. "Little Yu, didn't you consult me before making a bet?"

"I can't shoot arrows, you compete yourself!"

It was a joke. Ye Jinghong was watching intently not far away; how could he possibly display his archery skills?

"No! Brother Mu, how about I give you two favors?"

Seeing Lan Mu's indifference, Du Yu knew he was short on cash and immediately shouted, "One million! Please! Your skills will definitely get it done in a few minutes."

"Hahaha, I can't shoot arrows! Alright, alright, Fang Moqi just got back, haven't greeted everyone yet, right? Let's go! Let's go!"

Lan Mu saw Ye Jinghong already looking at him and wished he could smack Du Yu away. This whole situation had drawn Ye Jinghong's attention to him.

Seeing Lan Mu giving him a look, Du Yu thought the price wasn't enough and shouted again, "Two million, no! Four million! I'll sell my car, okay? Fang Moqi's favor is very important to me, please! You're so capable..."

Seeing Du Yu about to say more, Lan Mu grabbed him and pulled him into the house, saying as they walked, "Didn't you ask me to go to Malaysia with you guys? I'll film a live broadcast for you, okay? We'll talk about the competition later!"

Du Yu was indeed distracted by this interruption and stammered, "Brother Mu, you agreed to participate in the event? That's great! With Brother Fang's influence, we might even be able to leave earlier. Visas and stuff, I'll have my older brother handle it."

Lan Mu pulled Du Yu into the small building. Fang Moqi had returned to his dead-fish eyed look. Lan Mu was so sensible, and he was happy to avoid a competition.

The three walked to the previous lounge, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

"Fang Moqi! Oh my god!"

"Is he really leading the team this time? Let's not go to Malaysia, let's go to Argentina?"

As soon as Fang Moqi walked in, he was surrounded by a large group of people. Zheng Hui watched from outside the crowd, curling his lips. He knew that wherever Fang Moqi was, he was no different from an ordinary person.

"Right, please escort this police officer out. Our club is about to have an internal meeting."

Fang Moqi saw Ye Jinghong follow them in and smiled slightly. Using his immense popularity, with a crowd clamoring, even Director of Public Security Ye Jinghong was useless. He was awkwardly blocked at the door.

With no outsiders, those present were the club's combat archers, about eight people.

Additionally, counting Manager Wang, Du Yu, and Lan Mu, that made eleven people.

Fang Moqi clapped his hands and said, "Same old rules, find Wang Ling for visas and international travel, and come to me for technical issues."

Everyone immediately started asking questions in a rush. Zheng Hui watched unhappily. Before Fang Moqi arrived, he had proudly driven away an external helper, only to have another strong contender appear.

He was originally discussing technical issues with everyone here, but now watching Fang Moqi take charge, he had thoughts of tripping him up. However, recalling the fear of being utterly defeated by Fang Moqi in the past, he immediately lost his courage.

Thinking of that external helper, Zheng Hui saw Lan Mu was also there and frowned.

At this moment, Lan Mu was diligently listening to Fang Moqi explain some wilderness survival techniques. He had never learned these things before. Since he intended to join the team, he couldn't rely solely on his Elf physique. After all, his transformation only granted him instincts; it was better to learn some common sense.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Hui suddenly said, "Brother Fang, it's not good to have an outsider in our internal meeting, right?"

With this remark, everyone stopped and fell silent.

Fang Moqi smiled, "Who is the outsider?"

Zheng Hui pointed at Lan Mu and said, "Isn't this an external helper? Now that Brother Fang is here, we naturally don't need any external helpers."

Du Yu chuckled, "Brother Mu has already joined the club, he's one of us. What, is the club yours?"

Zheng Hui was stunned. He knew the club was opened by Du Yu's cousin, but seeing everyone looking at him, he could only brace himself and say, "Little Yu, this is a large-scale overseas event, and only club elites are participating. Isn't it not good to have an outsider who doesn't understand anything? It would be more compliant to have him participate in some smaller activities first, right?"

After he finished speaking, several members remembered Lan Mu.

One person even mimicked machine-gun fire and then laughed, "Isn't this the 'rat-a-tat-tat' guy?"

"You!" Du Yu was furious and directly shouted, "Brother Mu is no outsider! His archery skills are transcendent!"

"Even Brother Fang agreed to compete with him in archery. Yu Xiao, do you dare to compete with Brother Fang?"

The Yu Xiao who mimicked machine-gun fire was stunned and quickly said, "How would I dare to compete with Brother Fang!"

Everyone else was shocked hearing Du Yu and looked at Fang Moqi one after another.

"Really? Brother Fang is going to compete with this reporter in archery?"

"Is he making it up?"

Everyone looked at Fang Moqi, who was amused and exasperated. He knew Du Yu was deliberately misrepresenting the situation, but he didn't expose it. He wasn't willing to let Little Yu use him so easily. After thinking for a moment, he instead looked at Lan Mu and said, "Little Yu wants me to lose so badly, aren't you going to help him?"

Fang Moqi was doing this intentionally. He wanted to defeat Lan Mu and make Du Yu completely lose his reliance, so that he wouldn't pester him anymore due to the bet.

It wasn't Fang Moqi's fault; it was just that over the years, he had been annoyed by Du Yu.

Fang Moqi's words instantly ignited the crowd. Even Wang Ling looked at Lan Mu in disbelief, as he hadn't expected Fang Moqi to challenge an outsider.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Lan Mu was speechless.

He glanced at the door. Ye Jinghong was locked outside, but with so many people present, if he displayed his superb archery skills, Ye Jinghong would definitely find out.

However, he had been put on the spot and had no choice but to fight.

He glared fiercely at Du Yu, but his sunglasses hid his expression, and Du Yu simply returned a smile.

"Alright! How do you want to compete?"

Fang Moqi chuckled, "What are you good at?"

"Fast arrows!"

"Oh? How fast?" Fang Moqi asked curiously.

Lan Mu sighed. Seeing Du Yu looking at him with admiration, a surge of spirit suddenly rose within him.

He stated directly, "Just a little faster than you."