Suspicions

Ultimately, Mu Fan's morning training yielded results...

From the initial control of 2 blue and 3 red mechanical arms plus synchronizing 5 keys on the console, to controlling 4 blue and 4 red mechanical arms plus synchronizing 6 keys on the console two hours later, he absorbed the knowledge Black explained with insatiable hunger. Finally, before lunch was served, he could control the EH01 Type to walk, and he could even do small jumps. However, Mu Fan still felt ashamed when he left, exiting the PO Battle Network under Black's smiling expression.

Black himself flew around the cockpit twice, muttering to himself, "Is this a bit too harsh on Mu Fan?" Then his electronic eyes narrowed into slits: "Egg Lord must be the best, I can't tarnish Black Lord's reputation! Yes, that's right, I can't tarnish my reputation."

"Huh, the Wanbo Star radio seems to be reporting something incredible. I'll go check it out quickly, gotta dash!"

Black's small eyes suddenly widened, then disappeared in an instant.

2.7 light-years away, the Wanbo Star radio was broadcasting rolling news: "The annual Wanbo Star Beauty Pageant has begun..."

Seeing Fatty's miserable expression, Mu Fan knew Fatty had lost again. Young Master Harry seemed a bit exasperated, angrily asking Uncle Wu via Sky-Link for double the lunch. After Mu Fan politely declined his lunch invitation, Fatty prepared to devour double the food alone. He had been utterly crushed in the morning, and his little Fatty heart was deeply wounded, needing comfort.

Mu Fan's heart was also deeply wounded, so he ordered twelve boxes of food for lunch. He had expended a lot of energy fighting Young Master Wen and needed to replenish it. The people around him automatically gave him a wide berth today. Even with Mu Fan's thick skin, he could feel the respect and fear in everyone's gaze.

The strongest human sandbag is here! What a joke, Jerff was beaten until he vomited blood, and this kid is sitting here eating twelve boxes of nutritious meals! Not only is he fine, but he even increased the amount! Increased the amount!

Anyway, I'm not going to mess with him, I'll walk around him. One brother thought this, and the people next to him weren't stupid. So the treatment Jerff used to receive in the entire restaurant was now bestowed upon Mu Fan.

Mu Fan comfortably finished his nutritious meal, feeling as if the cells in his limbs and bones were finally basking in sunlight, warm and full of strength!

So Mu Fan got up and left. Everyone watched his heavily bruised arm and paid him solemn attention.

The afternoon would definitely be the same. Mu Fan rubbed his chin. It was still early at noon, maybe he should go out for a walk? After thinking for a moment, Mu Fan changed into his own clothes and went out.

The temperature in the city was high at noon. Due to the inherently high intensity of ultraviolet radiation on Luoqie Star, there weren't many people on the streets at this time. Most were hiding indoors in the shade, making the wide streets the least crowded place at noon.

Mu Fan wondered how Old Man Bard was doing. He planned to visit him at the grocery store when the Martial Arts Hall was closed on the weekend.

Mu Fan now had a small sum of money, one thousand Star Coins. He had never had so much money on him. He touched his torn backpack, licked his lips, and walked towards the equipment store not far away, preparing to buy a sturdy combat satchel.

"Welcome." The greeter at the door bowed in welcome.

"Welcome back next time." At this moment, two men wearing yellow-green linen shirts and with dark gun handles tucked into their waistbands walked out. Each carried a military sleeping bag, one tall and one short. They said goodbye to the store clerk with friendly faces, but the occasional fierce glint in their eyes made Mu Fan frown inwardly.

As the two parties passed each other, the shorter man closer to Mu Fan, carrying the sleeping bag horizontally, seemed not to notice Mu Fan at all and walked straight out.

Mu Fan stopped, waiting for them to pass, but the short man just walked out horizontally, and the sleeping bag hit Mu Fan's shoulder.

"Are you f***ing blind?" The short man felt the object he was carrying hit the kid and exploded first.

"You're blind, and your mouth stinks." Mu Fan looked at the fierce eyes of the short man in front of him and said coldly.

"Kid, do you want to die!" The man showed a tendency to strike without a word. The tall man next to him grabbed him, his tone fierce: "What are you doing! Don't cause trouble!"

The short man saw the tall man's action and wanted to erupt but forcibly restrained himself.

"You pathetic pauper, grandpa will let you off, spit." Looking at the kid in worn-out jeans in front of him, the short man also had no mood to argue with a poor wretch. He spat and turned to leave. After walking more than ten meters, the tall man next to him turned around and stared deeply at him. Mu Fan stood tall and met his gaze from behind.

Clenching his fist, Mu Fan wanted to erupt, but relying on his keen hearing, he heard a word in the tall man's low reprimand to the short man as he turned around. The sound was very low; if Mu Fan's five senses weren't extraordinary, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear it at this distance.

"...Martial Arts Hall...fat sheep..."

The two men didn't turn back to look again. Carrying the military sleeping bags, they walked towards the direction out of the city.

"Martial Arts Hall?" Mu Fan's sharp eyebrows furrowed, his gaze slightly narrowed. So he turned to the greeter in front of him and said apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot to bring money. I'll go back and get it now."

Under the disdainful gaze of the greeter, the young man in worn work clothes turned and left, following the exact route the tall and short figures had just taken.

Mu Fan's steps were light as he quickly followed, finally spotting the two figures in his line of sight. He then trailed them from a distance, no longer looking directly at them, and moved naturally among the sparse pedestrians.

Like tracking prey in a dense forest, he always remained invisible before launching an attack.

The two turned and entered a food store. Mu Fan hid behind a roadside GG sign, pretending to pick something up, and caught sight of them leaving the store out of the corner of his eye. The tall one was now carrying a large bag of food.

After coming out, the two turned right and entered an alley.

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes. These two were clearly heading towards the city checkpoint, but now that they were close, they turned into the alley. The distance from here to the other exit was still long, so these two were taking a false route.

Mu Fan walked at a steady pace, turning into the same direction from the previous alley entrance. There was no one here! Mu Fan prepared to follow a parallel route. Their strange behavior had aroused his suspicion.

Suddenly, his ears twitched. Mu Fan stopped pretending and began to run at extreme speed, stepping on the ground. Using a slanted tree nearby, he leveraged himself twice, pushed off, and leaped, pressing his entire body against the side of a two-story building. The entire movement was light and silent.

His breathing gradually adjusted. Mu Fan's breathing showed no signs of the disorder that comes after strenuous exercise. He held his breath, not making a sound. Even the wrinkles in his work pants were consciously pressed against the wall. A gentle breeze blew, and he was completely integrated with the surroundings.

A series of footsteps came from below. The sound was intentionally slowed by the owners of the footsteps, but the small stones, puddles, and fallen leaves they inadvertently stepped on made faint, tiny sounds.

Someone was coming. Mu Fan pressed tightly against the wall, almost merging with it.

Two cautious figures appeared below, looked around, and then walked out.

The sound was very low. Mu Fan's ears twitched slightly, hearing the familiar voice he had heard earlier. It was the short one, his voice low but indifferent.

"I said, do you have to be so timid? Who would know what we're here for if we don't say anything?"

The tall one's tone suddenly rose, but he immediately tried to suppress it: "You, keep it down, okay?!" His voice was full of warning.

Mu Fan's hands were tightly gripping the cracks, just over three meters above the two, where they could see him if they looked up.

The tall one's tone softened again, "Second Brother, the higher-ups sent us to stake out. You yourself targeted a fat sheep, which already violates the rules. I'm not saying anything about accompanying you, but can't you be a little more restrained now?"

The short one's voice also faintly came through, tinged with impatience. "Staking out means watching the rich people's routes. Have we gotten any benefits?! What's wrong with me robbing a fat sheep myself? If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who would know?"

The tempting voice came again, this time making the tall one a little tempted. "You know that fat sheep at the Martial Arts Hall. It's been two days, that little Fatty has no bodyguards. We'll finish one job and stop, it won't affect the mission."

The tall one was still hesitating, and the short one added another sentence that directly convinced the tall one, "Brother, fifty-fifty split. Tomorrow afternoon, neither of us says anything."

"Alright! Neither of us can say anything." The tall one gritted his teeth.

(To avoid affecting reading, rolling on the ground for collection and recommendation at the end of the chapter, this is the first update today!)