Things They Dare Not Manage, I Will Manage

"Which floor is Young Master Wen on?" Mu Fan continued to ask calmly.

"Th-third floor, the high-level VIP room," the person on the ground stammered.

"Which number?" Mu Fan slightly raised his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked towards the third floor.

"Number one, but... he's not there right now. You'll have to ask the Boss." The person on the ground had completely lost their temper by now. When dealing with someone who likes to be ruthless, being more ruthless than them is the way to go.

"Thank you." Mu Fan withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and replied politely, causing the trembling person to be momentarily stunned.

Then, he turned and walked towards the suspension elevator entrance with unhurried steps.

The ordinary student area next door was already dumbfounded. There was actually such a fierce person in the Martial Arts Hall. Although they didn't know the specifics of the matter, judging by the situation, this kid definitely had a close relationship with the sparring partner who was beaten until disabled, as mentioned by that person. It seemed he was preparing to get revenge. There was a good show to watch!

"He's so cool!" The female students who came to exercise saw Mu Fan turn and walk away without any hesitation, their eyes wide with admiration. They all started asking who this domineering sparring partner was.

If there is hatred, it must be sought!

If there is kindness, it must be repaid!

Acquaintance for only two days, but a lifelong bond.

Under this starry sky, Mu Fan does not respect power, nor does he respect wealth! Walking the path he wants to walk and doing the things he wants to do is the belief Mu Fan has lived by until now!

The scene that appeared in Mu Fan's mind was the one from two days ago when they first met.

The burly man in black looked at him and smiled, saying, "My name is Man Kun, good luck"...

..."Come over after you've eaten lunch, don't be late."

Language has a strange power. Sometimes emotions are hidden within it, and only by savoring it can one discover them. However, Mu Fan was quite unlucky. The cruel reality of the Martial Arts Hall was now starkly before him – people leave, and the tea grows cold!

I'll go find someone and ask for clarification first. Don't worry, if something really happened, I'll get it back for you.

The things they dare not manage, I will manage!

The people they dare not provoke, I will provoke!

The ground you lost, I will find it back!

The dignity he took away, he will spit it all out!!

An indescribable aura permeated Mu Fan's body as he stepped into the suspension elevator, the door closing...

The blue light representing the fourth floor lit up.

Chanisen's short stature was sunken in the wide leather chair. He tore open a box of cigars that had just been smuggled in. They weren't as good as those of the upper-class people like the City Lord, but ordinary people wouldn't see a hundred of them.

He sniffed hard, revealing a satisfied expression. His left hand picked up an exquisite cigar cutter with a half-naked woman carved on it from the table in front of him. He put his right thumb and middle finger into it and elegantly clipped it.

He lit it, took a deep puff, and sat there intoxicated.

"Tsk tsk, the things Young Master Wen lets slip through his fingers are enough for me to have a good time. As expected, it's good stuff. I don't know what kind of good fortune I burned that Young Master Wen actually chose this place as his recent relaxation spot. Could it be that the military academy's recruitment is about to start?" He exhaled a smoke ring, leaned his head back on the chair, and grinned.

"Poor Man Kun, you're also an old-timer in the Martial Arts Hall, but there's nothing you can do. Young Master Wen feels you can fight, so you can only fight. As long as you can connect with Young Master Wen, no one is indispensable."

"Sigh, but I need to think about recruiting people again. I'll promote two of the old hands from below to fill in for now."

Man Kun scratched his chin with his pinky finger, thought for a moment, and continued to mutter to himself, "Man Kun... I'll just go home. Who's next? Young Master Wen has to leave some people for me, otherwise, it won't be easy to explain to the Boss."

While Chanisen was talking to himself, there was a knock on the solid wood door.

"Come in." Chanisen didn't move his head from where it was resting.

With a creak, the door opened, and Mu Fan walked in.

"Oh, the kid who came the day before yesterday. What's your name again? I remember Man Kun brought you. What is it?"

"My name is Mu Fan. I'm here to ask about Man Kun."

Chanisen's expression turned cold. "What do you want to ask?"

"I want to go see him," Mu Fan said calmly.

Chanisen's expression softened a bit. "Hmm, after all, he was the one who brought you here. It's right that you should see him. He's at the medical hall at 117 East Street District. You can go see him. Anything else? If not, you can leave."

Mu Fan nodded. "Yes, also, I want to be Young Master Wen's sparring partner."

Chanisen's face instantly darkened. He lifted his head from the back of the chair, his eyes fixed on Mu Fan, his tone full of warning: "Kid, this is a Martial Arts Hall. You are sparring partners. If you do this, be prepared."

Mu Fan said calmly, "I won't fight back. I'm just a sparring partner."

The short supervisor, his eyes still fixed on Mu Fan, slowly said, "Young Master Wen is a distinguished guest. You, and I, cannot afford to offend him. If you don't want to do it, you can leave."

Mu Fan stared at him for a while, showing no fear, and nodded, saying, "Understood. I'll go see Man Kun." Then, without waiting for Chanisen to speak, he turned to leave.

Chanisen watched Mu Fan's back with a cold gaze. The door opened, and Mu Fan tilted his head slightly. His voice came through: "Mr. Chanisen, if Young Master Wen still needs a sparring partner and the Martial Arts Hall doesn't have anyone available, call me."

The wooden door closed softly.

Inside the room, Chanisen's face, shifting between light and shadow, was faintly visible in the smoke. The scent of the cigar felt annoying to him at this moment.

It was noon. After leaving Chanisen's office, Mu Fan went straight down to the first floor.

Mealtime had arrived. Mu Fan silently walked to the cafeteria. Because of the scene on the Training Field just now, some people who saw it subconsciously avoided him. This kid was simply a human beast.

"Ten boxes." Seeing no one step forward to get food, Mu Fan walked directly to the window.

"Hold on tight." A tall stack of lunch boxes was handed into Mu Fan's arms.

Sitting there, Mu Fan finished one box every four bites. The tall stack of lunch boxes was quickly spread out flat.

At this moment, a strong arm rested on the table, appearing in front of Mu Fan.

Mu Fan looked up. Jerff.

Jerff was holding five boxes of nutritional meals in his arms and grinned.

"Kid, I heard about what happened just now. It seems you went to see Mr. Chanisen, but Chanisen just notified me that I'll go this afternoon. So, you won't have a chance this afternoon."

Jerff's words weren't flattering, but Mu Fan understood the meaning in Jerff's tone.

Don't get involved in this mess. It's not your turn yet.

A man with a rough exterior but a kind heart, Mu Fan thought, nodding inwardly.

"Mm." Mu Fan didn't say much more.

Jerff patted his shoulder and went to the back to eat and chat noisily with a group of people.

Mu Fan quickly finished the boxed meal in his hand, wiped his mouth, and then went out.

Behind him, the restaurant was still bustling with noise and excitement...

Without changing his clothes, his back still torn, Mu Fan walked out of the Martial Arts Hall.

"East Street District, Number 117," Mu Fan silently repeated the address in his heart. After asking around, he quickly entered the medical clinic.

"Hello, how can I help you?" a young girl in a medical gown at the front desk asked him.

"I'm here to see Mr. Man Kun. He came here."

"Oh, please wait a moment while I check for you. Hmm... Found it. Room 11. Turn right and go straight; it's the 5th patient room."

Mu Fan followed the directions, pushed the door open, and saw Man Kun sitting back on the hospital bed.

"Kid Mu Fan?" Seeing that the person who pushed the door open was actually Mu Fan, Man Kun was a little surprised, then gave a bitter smile. "Even you know... Sigh."

Mu Fan looked at the face of this once cheerful strong man, now filled with desolation. His left leg was in a thick plaster cast, and he lay on the bed with only a bitter smile.

"I heard them talking, so I came to see you." Concern flashed in Mu Fan's bright eyes.

A warm current flowed through Man Kun's heart. He had worked at the Martial Arts Hall for three years, from the bottom to a formal employee, and had seen all sorts of people. He really hadn't expected that the one who came to see him in the end would be this kid he had only known for two days.

"My leg is broken. I've had preliminary treatment. I'll be fine after a period of rest," Man Kun said proactively without waiting for Mu Fan to ask further. Then, forcing a smile, he said, "The Martial Arts Hall will give me a disability payment. After all, I'm an old employee, so it shouldn't be too little, right? Hahaha..."

Mu Fan directly interrupted him: "I applied with Chanisen to be Young Master Wen's sparring partner."

"Haha... What!! You're going to be a sparring partner? No!!" Man Kun's laughter stopped halfway, and he became agitated, his fingers unconsciously gripping Mu Fan's arm.

"Absolutely not! That's Young Master Wen! The compensation from the Martial Arts Hall is enough for me to spend for a while. Don't go, you can't afford to offend him!" Man Kun hadn't expected this kid to dare say such a thing. The strong man's eyes were a little moist at this moment. Some people you know for ten years are not as good as someone you meet by chance. No matter what, he couldn't harm him.

"Chanisen refused, but I'm still going," Mu Fan said as if talking about something unrelated to himself.

"Young Master Wen is preparing for the military academy selection! He's the only son of Luoqie Star's Second Councilor!! We can't afford to offend him!" Seeing Mu Fan's determined attitude, Man Kun became even more agitated.

"I'm not offending him. I'm just going to be a sparring partner. Jerff will go this afternoon, but I feel... Chanisen will arrange for me." Mu Fan had a premonition when he saw Chanisen's expression earlier that he would be going soon.

"You!... Young Master Wen has at least a Level 15 Physical Standard!! How can you fight him!! Jerff is also in danger!" Man Kun was anxious.

"It's okay, I'll protect myself," Mu Fan said comfortingly.

In his urgency, Man Kun blurted out the words as quickly as possible: "If Young Master Wen is satisfied, the Martial Arts Hall is satisfied. If Young Master Wen is not satisfied, you and I will both be unlucky! Listen to me, absolutely don't go, he hits too hard!!!!" Man Kun looked at his broken leg, and pain flashed in his eyes.

Mu Fan smiled and patted his shoulder. "Mr. Man Kun, take good care of yourself. I believe Young Master Wen will be satisfied." He looked into Man Kun's eyes with a firm gaze. "Please believe me too. I'm leaving, I still have sparring this afternoon."

Mu Fan pressed down on Man Kun, who was trying to get up. An irresistible force emanated from this slender body, pressing Man Kun firmly onto the hospital bed. Then, without waiting for Man Kun to speak, he waved his hand and walked out of the patient room.

Man Kun, this burly man, watched Mu Fan's retreating back, and tears couldn't help but well up in his eyes.

Closing the door, Mu Fan's smile disappeared.

Who is born nobler than whom? Who is born to be humiliated?

If I don't even dare to do this little thing, how can I go out and make my way