For a One-in-a-Million Opportunity

(End of the third update!)

The next day, Mu Fan packed the polished, gleaming dagger into his military satchel and took it to the Martial Arts Hall. Last night, after returning with his helmet, Mu Fan was forcibly trained for two hours on the PO Battle Network by that perverted Fighter, using only that green-glowing metal rod!!! The PO Battle Network's forced character settings prevented him from exerting his physical strength, forcing him to rely solely on personal skill to dodge. When dodging was impossible, he was creatively tortured and killed, over a dozen times!!

Mu Fan had never encountered such a perverted person in reality. He was genuinely starting to develop a psychological shadow. Now, standing in the training room, everything Mu Fan saw resembled that nightmarish, faintly green-glowing metal short rod!

Fortunately, the Fighter Instructor told him that he would teach him how to use this short rod next. Mu Fan was currently in the Strength Training Room, swinging a long-handled training hammer. The weights hanging on the front had increased by two more blocks compared to a few days ago!

Strength! Skill!! When skills are comparable, crush with strength. When strength is comparable, win with skill!

After witnessing the skill the Fighter displayed with the short rod, Mu Fan decided to diligently train his strength...

There would definitely be a fight this afternoon. Mu Fan had to seize the opportunity to improve, even if only by a tiny bit!

Fatty came over in the morning but had no interest in entering the PO Battle Network or watching videos. He was a peace-loving Fatty living a good life, so why had someone suddenly targeted him?

Fatty thought with grief and indignation, taking off his jacket and then unbuttoning the bulletproof vest underneath, letting it fall to the ground with a thud.

"Mu Fan!~~" Fatty, entering his wronged mode, opened his mouth as he entered the door.

"Here." Dropping the training hammer in his hand, Mu Fan walked out, covered in sweat.

Fatty pouted, "Mu Fan, I almost couldn't sleep last night."

Mu Fan opened his mouth, thought about it, and decided against saying anything. He had slept very soundly last night. He walked over and asked, "Just get what needs to be prepared ready."

Fatty's face crumpled upon hearing this, and his pent-up grievances surged out like a floodgate opening. "Mu Fan, do you know, my old man insisted I take some Military Academy exam. I can't pass it at all, okay? Then my old man told me he'd send me in even if he had to donate half his family fortune, so I was sent here, supposedly for pre-exam cramming."

Fatty was full of grievances: "This young master is suffering inside, but this young master won't cry. Since I'm here, I'll train. It's such a fortunate thing to have met you, but now someone is trying to harm me again! Who did I provoke, who did I provoke!!"

As Fatty spoke, he lifted the heavy bulletproof vest from the ground, then bent down and pulled out an unknown model of protective plate from his pant leg, throwing it on the ground.

"Don't look at me like that, is it not okay for Fatty brother to be afraid of death?" Fatty immediately said indignantly when he saw Mu Fan's gaze. "I have two High-Explosive Grenades in my bag over there, you... what are you doing!"

Mu Fan jumped away with the speed of a monkey. Fatty was about to collapse and quickly blurted out everything without giving Mu Fan a chance.

"Don't run! This grenade won't explode without the safety off! I told my old man about the situation. He installed a tracking device and an emergency distress device on me. He doesn't dare send bodyguards, afraid the other side will get alerted and run away, because this matter reveals a lot of information. He also chose to let you go with me. He said after this is resolved, he'll invite you to his house!"

"Don't refuse, my dad is very rich. For the Federation Grand Exam next month, he said if the situation is suitable, he can let you try too." Seeing Mu Fan's curious baby eyes, Fatty decisively suppressed them and quickly finished his sentence.

"Federation Grand Exam?" Mu Fan looked at Young Master Harry with sparkling eyes.

"Yeah, I estimate my old man is sending money to an A-Rank Academy. You can go and try your luck. Although the chances are slim, there's still a possibility. It's also very good if you get selected by other B-Rank Academies. Actually, I don't want to go at all. I'll just be a target of ridicule there, sigh." Fatty patiently explained to Mu Fan.

Academy, going to school! Mu Fan's mind couldn't even form this picture. He yearned for it like other peers, and now he unexpectedly heard such news from Fatty!!

"What day next month?" Mu Fan gritted his teeth, as if making a decision.

"The 10th, Zicui Star. Don't think about that for now... first think about how I'm going to survive tonight, woo woo~"

"Not on Luoqie Star?" Mu Fan continued to ask curiously.

"No... our planet isn't qualified to host the exam. Don't worry about it then, we have to get through tonight first." Fatty was getting more and more scared the more he thought about it. How did he agree so muddle-headedly yesterday afternoon?

Mu Fan's eyes suddenly lit up! Even his breathing became rapid. There's a chance... to go to school!

His fists unconsciously clenched, making cracking sounds. His face showed uncontrollable excitement. Mu Fan looked down at Fatty, who had already sat down, and said in a firm voice, "Don't worry, tonight, I've got this!"

How could Mu Fan know how difficult the exam Fatty mentioned was? How could he know that the playful Fatty himself wasn't clear about the intensity and pervertedness of the competition in this exam? A person who had never left District 22 in his life was actually thinking of competing with millions of candidates from several nearby planets. If others knew, they would laugh their heads off.

Unaware of all this, Mu Fan actively prepared for battle with soaring fighting spirit.

16:40.

"Phew, I can dodge 13 out of 17 bullets at level 40," Mu Fan muttered to himself as he came out of the Gravity Room when Fatty called him.

Now I have to find every way to improve my strength! Mu Fan, who had just finished another afternoon of training, was already able to move quite well under 4 times standard gravity. Just a little more effort, and he would soon break through level 40.

After tonight, I'll find Black!

I need to use the fastest and most direct method to increase my strength!

Nodding inwardly, Mu Fan put away his thoughts.

Over there, Fatty was already fully armed, then with a gentle buttoning of his suit, the grinning, seemingly normal Fatty appeared before Mu Fan.

Mu Fan is going head-to-head with Young Master Wen, so can't I, Brother Fatty, go head-to-head with robbers?

I'll do it!

When the little Fatty gets serious, he truly embodies the essence of a merchant family – being two-faced.

Straightening the dark red tie around his neck, the little Fatty threw over a light gray waiter's uniform.

"This is our family's waiter uniform. If they're observing, they'll definitely think you were invited to my house today. I've already told the Martial Arts Hall."

Mu Fan took the waiter uniform. The fabric was soft and comfortable, even much better than the training uniform. He inwardly sighed, thinking that the little Fatty seemed carefree, but he was really thoughtful about the details.

After they finished getting ready, Mu Fan had transformed into the appearance of a young waiter, following behind Fatty with his head down as they walked out of the Martial Arts Hall.

"Good day, Young Master." Uncle Wu had been waiting nearby for a long time. Seeing Mu Fan's restrained and respectful expression, like a real waiter, he nodded inwardly.

Mu Fan's expression was normal. He lowered his head and said, "Hello, Uncle Wu, I am Mu Fan."

"Okay, get in the car." After Uncle Wu finished speaking, Mu Fan naturally opened the car door for Fatty.

In a dense forest after a fork in the road seven kilometers outside the east gate of the district, two people, one tall and one short, lay low on the ground, their camouflage blending with the surrounding vegetation.

At this moment, the tall person looked at the palm-sized monitoring screen in his hand, turned his head, and said, "The little Fatty brought someone from the Martial Arts Hall today. Why does he look so much like the kid you hit yesterday? Are you really going to do this yourself? The boss definitely won't be happy if he finds out."

The image on the screen was the side profile of Mu Fan lowering his head to reply.

The short person turned his head and glanced, sneering, "This kid?! I checked yesterday, he's a new sparring partner at the Martial Arts Hall. With that small build, and wearing a waiter uniform, it looks like he was recruited by this little Fatty. Maybe they can have fun together, it's just his bad luck. Don't worry, I'll talk to the boss. Get ready quickly, they'll be here soon."

The short person didn't pay any attention to this not-at-all strong young man. It was possible that one more person would die. He chewed on a blade of grass in his mouth with relish, completely burying himself in the grass.

The tall person felt his eyelids twitching. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and lay down.

After this job, I'm definitely quitting!

At this moment, the hovercar carrying Mu Fan and the other two had already driven out of the district