Move Forward, Mu Fan

"There is a metallic reaction above the right hind leg, which, according to the academy's scanning line of sight, indicates Mechanical Ant about 3 millimeters in size."

Mu Fan, walking side by side with White Hair, remained expressionless. He gritted his teeth and, just as White Hair stepped onto the floating platform, bent down to tie his shoelaces.

The moment I lowered my head, my hand scooped up the back of the heel, and between my two fingers I felt the Mechanical Ant that was already halfway into the sole.

With a flick of his fingers, the tiny Mechanical Ant was pulled out and held in Mu Fan's hand, remaining motionless for the time being.

"Hurry up and come up," Yin Shuai urged, turning around.

"I was tying my shoelaces just now." Mu Fan nodded, and as he lightly bit his teeth, he uttered a sentence only Hei could hear. "Should I pinch them off?"

"No need. This is Solomon's exclusive tracking method. It's too blatant for it to appear so openly in front of the omnipotent Lord Black. Just throw this ant away. There's no need to crush it. I've already modified the Mechanical Ant's built-in sensing system using the near-field magnetic energy control of my watch. Let it keep providing false information."

After hearing Hei's words, Mu Fan flicked his finger, and the Mechanical Ant was directly flicked into a Mu Fan -reserved slot on the wall.

Then, with an air of nonchalance, he walked into the suspended platform.

As it descended, the Mechanical Ant lying quietly in the slots on the wall above emitted an invisible signal. This signal penetrated the three layers of metal inner walls of the enclosed station, crossed obstacles of tens of kilometers, and spread out without any attenuation.

Finally, at the entrance of a mecha repair station in the Eastern District, an ordinary-looking man suddenly raised his hand and pressed the screen of his wristwatch.

"Hmph, Hunter's Beacon has sent in its latest coordinates again. This time, it should have revealed its destination, right?"

During this period, he received a total of thirty-seven messages indicating that the hunting target's trajectory was constantly moving eastward, along a main road.

The effective communication range of the hunting target is 300 kilometers, during which time the target has virtually nowhere to hide.

This is the culmination of Solomon Nanotechnology!

"The pause just now was at... Dingchuan Academy, and now continuing east... that's the densely populated area of academies in Zhongjing City. Judging from this, he should be a student at some B-level or C-level academy?"

Finally, after the man silently looked at his watch for more than ten minutes, the trajectory sent by the hunting harpoon stopped moving and stopped at a certain coordinate, moving slowly.

We switched modes of transportation!

This indicates that the target has reached its destination.

Record coordinates: 2415, 483.

"You're locked in." The ordinary-looking man stood up and entered the maintenance room of mech number one.

"Under the cover of night, it's hunting time."

A strange tinkling sound came from the maintenance room.

This detailed coordinate system is not shown on the general map, but if you go there in person, you will find that this is actually a recycling station in the Eastern District of Zhongjing City, which is specifically for handling waste from various colleges and universities.

Since it was only added three days ago, the map hasn't been updated yet. It's still six academies away from Mu Fan's Dingchuan Academy.

Moreover, this is just the first step.

Later, the Lord Black will lead this mysterious stalker to enjoy the scenery of the various sewage treatment plants in Zhongjing City.

After undergoing iris, palm print, and DNA verification, Mu Fan finally returned to the Special Training Base successfully.

At this moment, Mu Fan's Sky Communicator vibrated.

Mu Fan took it out and saw that the sender was Wang Nuonuo.

The email was sent 10 minutes ago.

Hmm? Delayed information. I think I was underground during that time.

"Sir, is your rest time always on weekends?"

There were no other words or greetings.

However, Mu Fan was already used to the Little Fatty Girl's unconventional way of asking questions; he had sensed her unusual way of thinking from the PO Battle Network.

Moreover, Mu Fan was someone who didn't play by the rules. He took out his Sky Communicator and silently replied, "Okay, one day a week."

After Mu Fan sent the message, there was no further response.

Eight light-years away, a girl wearing a light pink ruffled off-shoulder dress, with her long hair playfully curled at the ends like an elf, was chatting and laughing with her equally tall and beautiful female companion. Suddenly, she stopped talking, took out an exquisite Crystal Sky-Link from her small bag, and after seeing a message that appeared on it, her eyes smiled like crescent moons.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly so beautiful?"

"It's okay, hehe, let's do our last big shopping spree before we leave."

"Hmph, this little girl is becoming more and more dishonest."

The beautiful woman next to him wrinkled her nose and deliberately made a teasing sound, and the two continued to walk forward chatting and laughing.

There are still thirteen shops on this street waiting for them to raid!

Slightly lagging behind by half a step, the elven girl who had put the Crystal Sky-Link back into her bag had a sly glint in her eyes.

Next weekend, huh...?

White Hair casually said, "I'm going to sleep," while Mu Fan changed his clothes and started weighted running on the training track.

The road to becoming stronger has no end!

The events of this morning still stirred something within Mu Fan.

His goal was the Starry Sea; did he want to be a traveler in the stars, or a powerful figure who could shake a star field? When the boy was 17, as his understanding deepened, he encountered the first problem on his path forward.

What would Black say if he heard that?

Having run about ten laps, Mu Fan couldn't come up with a solution, so he turned to Hei for help.

Hei remained silent for several seconds before saying, "I don't know."

Mu Fan tripped and almost fell to the ground.

"Wait, let me go ask the old man for you."

Less than two seconds later, Hei returned and relayed the Fighter Instructor's words to Mu Fan verbatim.

"Protect the people you want to protect, do what you want to do, and don't dwell too much on temporary feelings. Individuals and Li Du reflections of one's own strength. As you become stronger, you will find that you don't need to consider these things at all."

"Because as you become more and more outstanding, you will be constantly attracted to equally outstanding people, and they will naturally appear in your life."

"So keep pushing yourself, keep getting stronger! When you reach that point, all your problems will be solved!"

The black voice was now the voice of the Fighter Instructor. Hearing it, Mu Fan felt that the cloaked instructor, who had experienced many hardships and whose eyes could see through the world, was right beside him.

The tone was calm and even, but it was like a lightning bolt piercing through the barrier of one's thinking.

Get stronger!

It's that simple!

The boy's eyes lit up. Thinking too much was indeed too tiring; the simplest things were the most direct answers.

The boy was drenched in sweat under the blazing sun, but his eyes shone as brightly as stars, and the burning flame of his conviction made him incredibly spirited.

Go forth, Mu Fan!