Returning to Training Base 341

Mu Fan was a little distracted the entire afternoon. When Fatty insisted on training for over half an hour but couldn't hold on anymore, Mu Fan stopped and just stood there.

"Mu Fan, what's wrong?"

"There's something I want to take care of."

"What is it?" Fatty asked curiously, rubbing his wrist.

"Do you know Young Master Wen?" Mu Fan asked softly.

Fatty was a bit confused. "Which Young Master Wen?"

"The Second Councilor's only son." Mu Fan repeated what he had heard from Man Kun.

"Wen Zheming!?" Fatty furrowed his brow and asked Mu Fan, "Why are you suddenly asking about him? That person is ruthless, and the rumors in the circle aren't good."

"He's here too."

"What!?" Fatty suddenly jumped up. He was neighbors with Wen Zheming! What a joke! How did he not know!

Mu Fan organized his thoughts and said to Fatty, "My friend's leg was broken. I want to go find him."

Fatty also became anxious. "Absolutely not! That person is too dangerous."

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "I have to go."

Fatty suddenly remembered that this guy was also a wolf in sheep's clothing, but he said with worry, "Mu Fan, you absolutely, absolutely must remember not to provoke him, otherwise we'll really be in trouble."

Mu Fan nodded. "I just want to take some time to be his sparring partner."

"You're crazy," Fatty muttered to himself. Believing Mu Fan's words was as exaggerated as saying a Star Pirate would turn over a new leaf.

"Don't believe me?" Mu Fan held up the focus mitt in his hand and nodded at Fatty. "Again!!"

Fatty reluctantly braced himself and got up.

After an afternoon of training, Fatty was so tired he didn't want to talk at all. Since he had made Mu Fan his friend, he would do whatever he wanted.

Mu Fan showed no signs of fatigue on his face. The afternoon passed peacefully.

But it was like the calm before a storm. The more peaceful it was now, the more violent it would be when it came.

After changing clothes, Fatty immediately fled the hell that was being with Mu Fan, agreeing to meet at 10 o'clock tomorrow. Mu Fan also went downstairs to change clothes.

Hmm? That figure?

Mu Fan lowered his head and walked towards the changing room, suddenly seeing a figure staggering past. As he passed Mu Fan, his body swayed.

Mu Fan quickly lent a hand and looked up. Jerff!

At this moment, Jerff's right eye was swollen and bulging high, and blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his left eye. His eyes were almost narrowed into a slit. He didn't see that it was Mu Fan supporting him and tried to push him away.

"Get lost, I don't need your help."

Mu Fan's hand steadily supported Jerff's shoulder. Jerff was a full head taller than Mu Fan and nearly twice as strong, but he was firmly supported by Mu Fan at this moment.

"It's... you... kid?" Only then did Jerff see that it was Mu Fan supporting him.

"Young Master Wen?" Mu Fan only mentioned one name, but Jerff understood his meaning and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, the attack was a bit too vicious. Couldn't dodge it, a tough nut to crack. But, I held on, ha..." Jerff's mouth twitched from the wound, his face contorting in pain.

"I'll go find Chanisen tomorrow. I'll take care of it." Mu Fan looked up at the big man whose face was a mess.

"This job is mine! Nobody's... nobody's taking it!" Jerff felt like he was being looked down upon and got angry. He forcefully shook off Mu Fan's hand and staggered into the changing room.

Mu Fan didn't stop him this time. He watched Jerff's retreating figure, his eyes bright and silent. The premonition of an impending battle in his heart grew stronger.

Work finished, he took the 500 Star Coins with both hands. An hour later, Mu Fan appeared punctually at the abandoned factory. No one triggered the alarm. Claw marks on the fine sand indicated that birds had been foraging there.

The meat was finished in three meals. Should I bring back a few more boxes of nutritional meals tonight? Mu Fan lay under the blanket, looking up at the starry sky. A wave of hunger pangs came from his stomach again. The helmet was in the safe in Room 9 today, waiting for tomorrow to arrive.

Mu Fan's heart was incredibly calm as he drifted into sleep, the soft starlight bathing his body.

The next day, Mu Fan appeared at the Martial Arts Hall early as usual. The cleaning staff were doing their daily cleaning. After nodding to the burly man in black at the entrance, Mu Fan entered and went straight to the third floor after finishing ten boxes of breakfast and wiping his mouth.

The restaurant staff watched Mu Fan's retreating figure and thought to themselves that the Martial Arts Hall would have to cut at least half of its salary to support someone like him, otherwise it would really be a loss. Could this guy just be here for the free food?

Mu Fan naturally didn't know what the people behind him were thinking. He leisurely walked into Training Room 4 on the third floor.

He changed his clothes. The wound on his back had largely disappeared, almost invisible. Mu Fan was incredibly thick-skinned in this regard; he only felt particularly hungry when he came in the morning!

PO Battle Network? Gravity Room?

A lot happened at the Martial Arts Hall yesterday. Mu Fan felt a slight urge to confide in someone today. After thinking about it, he decided to go to the PO Battle Network to see if he could find Black! If not, he could fight the perverted Fighter instructor a couple of times. He felt a strange, slight irritation!

Mu Fan took out his Light Brain helmet and pressed the activation button. Mu Fan's vision went black, and he returned to the familiar screen.

Greetings, "Egg Lord," would you like to enter the PO Battle Network?

Yes. Wait, system, is there a name change option?

"Sorry, player Egg Lord does not have permission to change names."

Damn Black, Mu Fan gritted his teeth a little. Forget it, let's enter.

The light mist dissipated, and Mu Fan was back where he logged off yesterday. Logging in again, the place was still bustling with people. After all, it wasn't just people from one planet; there were people coming and going constantly.

He quietly watched the wide street, where inter-district transport vehicles came and went, weaving like shuttles. Here, there were no congested vehicles like in reality, no blaring horns, and no noisy crowds. Various models of hovercars, some seen in reality and some not, most of which he couldn't name, came and went in an orderly fashion.

Mu Fan stood among them, gazing, almost lost in thought. This place was like a pure land; no wonder people were fascinated by it.

On both sides, there were various shops with different signs, such as "Mechanical Repair Shop," "Mecha Parts Shop," and "Underground Exchange." Mu Fan felt a little restless just looking at them.

Could it be because he was thinking about something? He felt like something hadn't been done today. Mu Fan confirmed that the root cause was Man Kun. The matter wasn't finished, and his thoughts weren't clear.

Jerff held on, he'll come to the door.

Jerff couldn't hold on, he'll come to the door.

Hmm, simple and brutal. Mu Fan's thoughts became a little clearer. What next? Go fight the Fighter!!!!

Died twice, unbearable! Mu Fan was still bothered by his brutal death yesterday. What the hell was Black doing? He couldn't even use seventy percent of his strength. At least he had adapted a little to the rhythm of the PO Battle Network yesterday. Fight again today!!! Wait until Fatty comes before talking about the rest!

He decided to go right away and found the nearest Teleportation Point!

Mu Fan stepped into the light circle, destination Base 341!

On a distant planet, within a massive super light brain database, a piece of code finally passed the logic filter after more than ten hours of automatic refinement.

PO Battle Network Data Sub-database!!

A data stream instantly formed, and then a few wave-like patterns flashed across the monitoring screen before disappearing. The staff happened to be away from the screen at this moment.

PO Battle Network Data Sub-database, code-named 341 New Recruit Training Base. At this moment, in the Battle Network world, it split into two, as if overlapping, and then merged back into one. However, the mystery lay in the metal door that was entered.

The many players originally inside New Recruit Training Base 341 only felt their vision go black before returning to normal.

Mu Fan was currently standing in the corridor of Base 341, facing the familiar metal revolving door. The countdown on the electronic screen beside it had reached 0, and the screen background had turned green.

"Hello, New Recruit 'Egg Lord', this is your Base 341 Training Center."

Mu Fan didn't notice that two extra words had been added to the system's message.

"Please select a training program. One, Individual Combat Training. Two, Mecha Piloting Training."

"Individual Combat option."

The metal revolving door opened, and the dark silence of the corridor disappeared