A Conspiracy Against Harry?

Mu Fan's heart tightened. Little Fatty? Martial Arts Hall? There was only one, and that was Harry!

How did this get connected to Harry? Up there...? Mu Fan heard the two people's footsteps gradually fade away. He leaned back, sticking out half his head, and saw the two figures in the distance before quickly pulling his gaze back.

He lightly jumped down, still without making a sound. Mu Fan stood against the wall and returned to the street he had just walked down. He stuck out half his body and spotted the two figures, one tall and one short, from behind. Mu Fan had made his judgment.

He didn't continue following them. The two were very alert, and it would be easier to be discovered once they left the district. No, I need to discuss this with Fatty.

Thinking about the future, Mu Fan turned around and casually bought a Milo for 3 Star Coins from the fruit store behind him. He ate it as he leisurely strolled back, trying to make all his actions seem natural.

"Wow, this Milo is delicious!" He had just bought a plump, white Milo as a cover, but he didn't expect it to be so sweet and juicy with just one bite! Mu Fan narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Mu Fan, munching on the Milo, reappeared in the store clerk's sight. This time, Mu Fan smiled at the clerk's strained expression. After going in and stating his request, he was directly led to the luggage counter area by the Boss.

The best outdoor satchel currently for sale in the district was made of 1000D nylon on the outside and 900D waterproof Oxford cloth on the part that touched the body. The store Boss patted his chest and said this was the best material for a satchel on Luoqie Star.

Mu Fan completely ignored the Boss's spitting and touched the satchel with its excellent texture. Finally, he gritted his teeth and pulled out his last remaining money – 1000 Star Coins – with the Boss wearing an expression like he was suffering a huge loss.

Buying a bag for 1000 Star Coins was something Mu Fan had never even considered before. He lowered his head and looked at it, putting the bag on with reluctance to part with it. Before leaving, he checked the time. It was time for roll call. Fatty should be back by now.

On the way back, Mu Fan bought another large Milo. So, when Fatty returned to the training room, he saw Mu Fan holding a Milo and eating it with relish.

Fatty always felt like something was off with the scene. Looking at Mu Fan sitting there, seriously devouring the large Milo in his hand, it just felt strange!

"You're back," Mu Fan said as a greeting.

At this moment, Fatty walked over as if possessed. "Is it good? If it's good, let me have a bite."

Ah, Mu Fan was a little stunned.

"Sweat, it's nothing. That, that's just a habit." Fatty's face suddenly turned red. What was that just now!

Seeing Fatty's shy little eyes, Mu Fan generously shared a piece with him.

After the two of them munched on the Milo, Mu Fan wiped his mouth and asked Fatty very seriously, "Harry, did you offend someone recently?"

The little Fatty wiped his mouth. "No!"

So Mu Fan told Fatty what he had just seen. Fatty was surprised and uncertain after hearing it. He thought for a long time, then said with certainty, "I definitely haven't offended anyone. I don't interact with people much usually. Most of the time I'm on the PO Battle Network. I only recently came to the Martial Arts Hall, you should know that."

Mu Fan asked, "Did you go out through the east gate of the district this afternoon?"

Fatty nodded. "Yes."

Mu Fan tapped his fingertips on the wooden seat and suddenly said, "They both went out through the east gate and bought military sleeping bags. It's obvious they plan to spend the night in the wilderness. And the time and place they mentioned both match your current situation."

Fatty was getting anxious. "Fatty Brother didn't provoke anyone, who would do this to me!"

Mu Fan calmed Fatty down, his face showing a calmness that didn't match his age. He looked directly at him: "Harry, I'll go with you tomorrow afternoon. And I noticed an important point, which is that robbing you is just a side trip for them, meaning there's something more important."

"Mu Fan, it's too dangerous. I should call someone." Fatty was a little scared. He was actually being targeted. If it weren't for Mu Fan, he probably wouldn't have made it back.

Mu Fan pressed down on Fatty's shoulder. "Harry, trust me! Didn't I not disappoint you with Young Master Wen?"

"Mu Fan!" Young Master Harry truly felt Mu Fan's friendship, and his eyes were a little moist.

Mu Fan patted Fatty's shoulder and smiled.

"When we leave tomorrow afternoon, I'll go with the car."

"Okay." Fatty didn't say much else.

Mu Fan quickly entered responsible sparring partner mode. In the afternoon, he arranged two things for Fatty. The first was endurance training. He set the treadmill to 10,000 meters and threw the wailing Fatty onto it.

Mu Fan, meanwhile, began to think. This was extremely rare for Mu Fan, who had been hunting alone for years, because he wasn't thinking for himself.

"Hmm... The situation is like this. Two people... have been tailing Fatty. No, they've been tailing rich people! Then they noticed Fatty, which means they are often active in the district and are very familiar with the surrounding area."

This was the first time he had planned something so carefully, and Mu Fan felt his head swelling. How much better it would be to just go straight at them. But the half-hidden information in those words made him certain that things weren't that simple.

Sigh, my head hurts!

Fatty wailed and cried, "Mu Fan, my lungs hurt!"

Mu Fan scratched his cheek, his brain automatically blocking out all of Fatty's sounds, forcing himself to continue thinking.

"Tailing and watching the rich people's routes... and a mission? That is to say, the content of the mission is to tail the rich people's routes. The arrangement from above is just to arrange these two people, which indicates what..."

Fatty was almost thrown off the treadmill, but Mu Fan had tied a strap around his waist. If he flew off, he estimated he'd be finished. He ran with snot and tears streaming down his face: "Mu Fan, look at me, why aren't you paying attention to me? Fatty brother is really about to collapse..."

Wait, attention!

At this moment, Mu Fan suddenly felt something click in his mind.

"It means that the people above aren't paying much attention here! But there are still people tailing here, just the two of them, so they can act on their own, which is what the short one called... a fat sheep!"

Mu Fan suddenly slapped Fatty's butt, making the wailing Fatty stop and start running with his short legs.

"Putting things together, it's... the people above are paying attention to rich people in many places. District 22 is just one of them... Robbing Fatty is an insignificant accident. So then..."

"There is a force or a very high-level person watching many rich people, planning something that looks very big and dangerous, which already includes Fatty, who is about to have trouble."

"What needs to be done tomorrow is... save Fatty, then follow the trail to find the mastermind, and then... save Fatty again."

That's settled! Mu Fan rubbed his chin. He felt that this period of thinking made him feel again that there was a thread in his mind helping him connect the fragmented information. His mind was clear, a wonderful feeling.

"I'm not playing anymore!" Fatty's voice was incomparably mournful.

"Oh," Mu Fan slapped the stop button next to him, "You should have said so earlier."

Fatty covered the treadmill like a blanket.

"Huff... huff... I... I... don't want to talk." Fatty pointed weakly at Mu Fan, his hand trembling.

"So you blame me?" Mu Fan, who had just figured things out and was happy, pulled a long face when he heard Fatty's words.

"You... grand... pa," was Fatty's last breathy sentence.

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ps: Thanks to book friend "Dare to make all saints bow their heads" for the 588 reward!

Thanks to book friend "Poetic and picturesque, Ren Xiaowei" for the generous reward!

Thanks to book friend "Dust, vicissitudes of life" for the silent likes all along!