Lamp Coffee (Third Update)
The Landu Seven Clans, the Zhongjing You Shi.
The most mysterious vice president of the Kendo Club, known as Narcissus, is You Shi Wan!
As she walked lightly on the stone path, a figure flashed towards her from the opposite direction.
This proud young woman took a light step, then calmly stepped down.
A violent whirlwind swept past me.
Her matcha-colored, flowing dress billowed backward, highlighting her near-perfect figure, while her smooth, light chestnut-colored hair also suddenly swept backward, revealing her slender and fair neck.
However, what is most impressive are those eyes, as clear as autumn water, gentle and calm, like a tranquil valley, without waves or ripples.
Even as that violent figure charged toward him without slowing down.
You Shi Wan's body did not tremble at all, nor did she hesitate in the slightest. However, she still stopped and politely stepped aside to make way.
Mu Fan, an honorary member of the Kendo Club, and the vice president of the Kendo Club met in such a strange way, but neither of them knew about the other.
"Thanks."
Even as the sound lingered in his ears, the violent figure had already rushed twenty meters away. This was Mu Fan's way of thanking the person who had given way. He didn't pay attention to the person's appearance, only knowing that she was a girl, because a soft voice also echoed in his ears.
"You're welcome."
Silent and unassuming, like rain nourishing all things.
A capable girl!
This is the impression left on me by the unnoticed figure behind me.
You Shi Wan watched the figure running like a wolf.
Who is this person?
In that brief moment when their eyes met, he revealed those bright black eyes, and the indifferent look in them left a deep impression on her.
And then there were those few heavy footsteps that passed by.
Such heavy steps, such powerful bursts of energy.
Unfamiliar faces.
Has another powerful individual emerged within the academy?
You Shi Wan stood for a moment and continued walking towards the Kendo Club, unaware that her quiet and independent figure had already captured the hearts of countless boys.
This incident did not affect Mu Fan in the slightest; his frenzied running even attracted the attention of some mentors.
Because... his speed was just too fast!
Mu Fan overcame all obstacles in his path with his terrifying physical abilities. He ignored everything except for some towering buildings in the route that Hei had planned for him.
So, amidst the horrified gazes of these people, Mu Fan charged forward like a cheetah in a frenzy!
Mu Fan ignored these people and looked ahead, feeling the air currents rushing past on both sides. Finally, he spoke, "Is it possible to find the surveillance footage?"
"We found out. The fat man and a female companion entered first, followed by five other people, all around twenty years old. The fat man was being trampled on the ground. This data is from five minutes ago; the surveillance cameras have now been manually turned off."
Female companion?
How could a fat guy possibly have a female companion?
Mu Fan immediately grasped the key points. Moreover, the fact that the surveillance had been deliberately turned off suggested that the matter was definitely not simple and that the other party might have been planning something premeditated.
Human nature is inherently evil. Mu Fan, who grew up cautiously, always tends to think from the worst possible perspective.
A gust of wind swept by, Mu Fan rushed out of the academy without stopping, transforming into a streak of blue-gray lightning, running wildly through the streets. Some Hover Car that were driving slower noticed a shadow flash past them, and then were shocked to discover that it was actually a living person running!
Harry, hang in there.
The boy silently recited this in his heart.
In District F, on a street known as a haven for the artsy and romantic, there is a café at a street corner that is surrounded by flowers and countless potted succulents.
[Lamp Coffee] The owner has collected various lamps from different planets, combining the old and the new, which are hung on the walls and ceiling. Paired with wooden floors and tables and chairs, and exquisitely crafted snacks, this charming artistic atmosphere makes many young women choose to enjoy a cup of rich and aromatic coffee here in the afternoon or evening.
They don't follow the big brands, but they're always on trend.
As one of the best cafes on this bourgeois street, its atmosphere was completely ruined at noon today.
The guests upstairs and downstairs had all been scared away.
A man in a suit and sunglasses, holding a baseball bat, stood at the cashier's counter. One end of the baseball bat was resting on the counter, and two trembling girls inside dared not move an inch.
Just moments before, they had witnessed this man stomp on and smash a thick, solid wood table in the shop.
The chubby boy was slapped to the ground by a crew-cut youth who seemed to be their leader, and then his face was stomped on, rendering him unable to move.
The panicked female companion next to him was so frightened that she crawled under another table, but she was also dragged out. However, her fate was much better than that of the fat man. At least she was just crouching in a corner, trembling, which was far less miserable than the fat man's situation.
This group of people didn't seem to care that someone might call the police, because after the store clerk called the police, they found that the other side just said they understood and then there was no further action.
It has been more than ten minutes now, and not a single police officer has arrived.
Among the five, the man in sunglasses holding a baseball bat walked to the bar and threw a card directly onto it.
"Here's compensation. Take it. Don't do anything else that might cause misunderstandings, otherwise, ladies, I can't guarantee your safety, hehe." The man in sunglasses tapped the bar counter slowly with the wooden stick in his hand.
The two female shop assistants dared not make any further moves and could only hide in the corner and watch helplessly as everything that happened in the store unfolded.
This is the first time in all these years that [Lamp Coffee] has encountered a scene that can only be seen in bars.
A group of petit-bourgeois individuals were completely dumbfounded.
Ten minutes ago.
When the fat man saw the five people heading straight for them, he knew something was wrong and quickly grabbed the innocent-looking girl he had only known for two days and ran upstairs.
Mu Fan's Sky Communicator went unanswered after three consecutive attempts to call him. He only had time to exchange less than a sentence with William before being dragged down to the first floor by the people who had caught up with him.
The young man with the crew cut, who was in the lead, first punched the fat man to the ground, then kicked him repeatedly.
Only after kicking the chubby guy in the suit until he vomited blood did he grin and squat down to look at Harry was now unable to move.
"Hey chubby, you've got some nerve, daring to hit on our boss's woman."
Harry's eyes were swollen shut, barely open. He glanced at the girl trembling and clutching her head, then spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "What are you going to do about me?"
"Grass!"
With a loud thud, the fat man was kicked five meters away, causing the girl next to him to scream again.
The crew-cut youth walked over and stomped Harry's fleshy face on the floor, making a crunching sound.
"Fatty, how should we handle this? Given how much we've lost, how much would you consider compensating us for?"
His face, which was both smiling and not smiling, was full of sadistic pleasure.
The fat man spat out a mouthful of blood and fell silent. These people attacked so violently without even asking any questions; he would never utter a word easily.
"Hey fatty, stop playing dead and talk to me."
A kick landed squarely on the fat man's abdomen, causing him to twitch but remain silent.
Another kick, and before anyone could make a sound.
"Xin Ge, what should we do?" A man wearing a hip-hop style jacket asked the crew-cut youth.
Perhaps fearing he might accidentally kick the fat man to death, the man called Xin Ge withdrew his foot and said calmly, "Beat him slowly and make him talk, whether he asks for compensation or calls for help, it's fine."
"Yes, Xin Ge!"
A flurry of punches rained down on the fat man, and a muffled groan escaped his chest.