Fat Harry

When Mu Fan noticed people beginning to file in, he stopped and walked away. After recording the number, the testing device's backend returned to silence. He had no idea what that set of numbers meant, much less how much shock Level 17 strength would bring to the people here. He only felt that he could still put in a bit more force.

Mm, I'll come back and try again when no one's around. Mu Fan thought.

"Alright, gather up. Everyone's here now, so let's assign today's locations. Jerff, same as usual, third floor, No. 2. Kemo, third floor, No. 7..." Man Kun appeared right on time. After calling out a string of names, he continued, "This afternoon, sparring appointment in Room 3 on the second floor—Polly, you go. Sparring appointment in Room 6 on the second floor—Ji Mingdi, you go... Hmm, appointment in Room 9 on the second floor—Mu Fan, you go. The remaining four stay on standby for temporary assignments."

After arranging the afternoon's training duties, Man Kun swept his gaze over everyone. "Get to work!"

The group dispersed according to their assignments. Mu Fan remembered that Training Room No. 9 on the second floor was in the northwest corner. He could get there by taking the stairs at the corner of the lobby.

The corridors on both sides of the stairwell were decorated in an antique style. After seeing so much urban machinery and electronics, the sight was refreshing.

When he reached the room marked VIP Training Room No. 9, Mu Fan looked at the metal door, black with a faint blue gleam, and inserted his work card into the identity scanner beside it.

"Beep. Identity confirmed. Sparring assistant—Mu Fan. Please enter." An electronic female voice sounded from the lock. The Alloy Door retracted from the middle to both sides, then closed again after Mu Fan stepped inside.

It really was different! Mu Fan looked around the clean, orderly training room. Along the walls stood equipment gleaming with polished metal, while functional areas were divided into separate sections. The lounge held several rows of spotless training uniforms and wiping cloths. He even spotted several packets that were clearly food, neatly arranged on an organic glass table.

This enclosed training room was actually as large as Training Field 5 on the first floor! Mu Fan was a little surprised.

Seeing the sign for Strength Training on the first room down the corridor to his right, Mu Fan walked in.

"Dad! I get it, okay? Stop nagging me! Your son just isn't cut out for that, so why are you forcing me to study it? Do you really think I can get into a military academy? Wouldn't it be better to do business with you? Look, we even have the same build! I'd definitely be perfect for taking over your company in the future!"

"What? No room for discussion? If I don't go, you'll cut off my allowance for a month? Oh, my dear father, can you bear to watch your son lose a whole layer of fat in one month? I've been really well-behaved lately, okay? If you don't want me street racing, I won't street race. If you say the casino will lead me astray, I won't go. I only eat three extra meals a day and play on the PO Battle Network. Isn't that obedient enough? You insist on forcing the wish you never fulfilled onto me... Hello! Dad!? Father? Dear Father! I'll go..." A chubby young man with a slightly childish face sat in the backseat of a Hover Car, dressed in a gray suit jacket, white shirt, and bow tie. He stared miserably at the Sky Communicator that had just been hung up on.

"Uncle Wu, how about we don't go to the martial arts hall? We'll be passing HL Plaza soon. Let me get out there. I made plans with my friends to attend an event today. If I don't go, wouldn't that be dishonest of me?"

"I'm sorry, Young Master. Master instructed me to make sure I delivered you to the martial arts hall, then pick you up and take you home four hours later." The man in the front answered. Though his hair had turned white, it was meticulously groomed, and he wore a red attendant's uniform. His eyes stayed on the road as he spoke clearly to the chubby young man in the back.

The chubby young man's suit jacket had been stretched so tight that he could only wear it open. Its already wrinkled corners were now pinned beneath his butt, making it look even more pitiful.

"Uncle Wu..." His voice was so plaintive that it carried a hint of a sob.

"I'm sorry, Young Master. You know Master's temper. Please don't make things difficult for me." Uncle Wu remained unmoved and continued driving attentively.

"Oh, fine. Call me when we get there." The sobbing note vanished from his voice in an instant. The chubby young man replied with a long face, then held up his Sky Communicator and began browsing battle videos on the PO Battle Network forum.

"Hmm, fantasy type or realistic type? That's definitely fantasy type. Brother Fatty isn't watching anything that bloody. Lemon Balloon is still the coolest. Let's see what new skills they've developed lately. Heh heh, if I'm not diligent, how can I keep my leading position in class?" The chubby young man eagerly poked at the three-dimensional projection playing from his Sky Communicator and muttered under his breath.

Harry, the young heir of the Luoqie Star Fuwen Conglomerate. Even in the most rundown places, there would be wealthy people. When strength created suppression, the gap between rich and poor would only grow wider. Although the Fowen Conglomerate had yet to enter the planet's circle of top tycoons, its wealth had risen rapidly. Harry had called himself a pacifist since childhood and naturally grew into a peaceful fat boy. His cheerful smile was just like his father's, and he suited the Fowen Conglomerate's everyday consumer goods even better: friendly and affordable! From cosmetics and skincare products to stationery, the brand was not the most high-end, but its enormous sales volume had allowed Harry's family fortune to grow rapidly.

"Mm, that move is cool. Let me see what it's called... Lotus Fall? The name's way too ordinary. It's not imposing at all. At the very least, it should be called something like Great Dark Heaven Five Petal Lotus Fall—a wild, flashy, insanely cool name like that. Still, the move itself is pretty great." When the chubby young man came across a video of a Platinum Five-Star fantasy-type expert, he could not help being drawn in. A red-and-white mech flashed from the ground into the air, then suddenly produced four afterimages. The five mechs merged into one and seized another mech as they fell from the sky. Flames burst across the ground, blasting out a deep radial crater. The sight nearly made the chubby young man drool. He had absolutely no resistance to skills that could show off like this. One of the biggest traits of the fantasy type was all kinds of movements no human could possibly perform.

"Let's see the requirements. Fantasy-type modified RG-II thrusters x5. The cockpit simulation level needs to be lowered by at least 30%. The pilot has to withstand nine times gravity. Mm, nine times... That'll definitely hurt. I'll lower the simulation level by 40%. I won't be able to use it in PK, but at least it'll look cool!! Then replace the mech engine with a ninth-generation model. That works. The 7,888 Star Coin gift pack has a chance of giving ninth-generation engine fragments. I'll buy a few more later... Two-thirds odds, 7,888 times at least 15... Ah! My allowance for this month is going to be gone again! Aaaah!" The chubby young man counted on his fingers and realized it seemed like a tragedy was about to unfold. He immediately went frantic.

"Young Master, we've arrived at the martial arts hall. Please prepare to get out."

Coming to an abrupt halt from high speed, the Hover Car stopped steadily outside Starfall Martial Arts Hall. Its body was entirely black with red trim, and its wide, retro U-shaped grille had tremendous visual impact. The martial arts hall immediately knew an important guest had arrived upon seeing the luxury car. By the time the chubby young man reluctantly put away his Sky Communicator and stepped out, four burly men in black at the entrance had already split into two lines to greet him.

"Young Master, the martial arts hall has arranged everything for you. Someone will notify you when time is up. I'll wait here for you to come out." Uncle Wu stood to one side and bowed as he spoke.

"Mm-hm..." Seeing Uncle Wu standing beside him with his head lowered and no intention of leaving, the listless chubby young man replied in a drawn-out nasal tone. Any thought of secretly slipping away had already been cut off.

"Hello, Young Master Harry. VIP Training Room No. 9 on the second floor has been reserved for you. Please follow me." A female attendant in a tight short skirt approached from the side, her curvaceous figure accentuated by the outfit as she reminded him softly.

"Mm, lead the way." After casually agreeing, the chubby young man stared with great interest at the rhythmic sway of her hips as she walked and followed her into the martial arts hall.

Meanwhile, in the strength training room of VIP Training Room No. 9, the veins on Mu Fan's hands bulged as he gripped a one-direction long-handled strength training hammer with both hands and swung it up and down. Sweat poured off him like rain. On the opposite end of the alloy handle hung a string of weighted hammer blocks more than a meter thick...

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