Battle

The fat man's hands kept fidgeting in the back seat. He had even tossed his Sky Communicator aside, completely unable to focus on watching it.

Once Mu Fan entered the Hover Car, he became as alert as a Leopard. Though seated, his entire body was on guard. Especially after they left the city gates and watched the military personnel disappear from view behind them, Mu Fan said calmly, "They're coming."

Brother Fatty jerked upright, checking that all his equipment was properly in place. Uncle Wu kept the Hover Car on its original route, maintaining exactly the same speed as usual. Flawless!

After passing the fork in the road, Mu Fan's vehicle was the only one left on the road.

A sudden sense of danger surged through Mu Fan's heart. He shouted, "Watch out!"

When the short man in the forest spotted the black Hover Car through his optical scope, he silently counted down. As though he and Mu Fan shared some strange connection: 3, 2, 1, 0! At the same moment, Mu Fan shouted from inside the car, "Watch out!"

Boom! Uncle Wu, who was driving, only felt a massive wave of force crash into them, forcibly halting the Hover Car's advance. The tremendous backlash made him cough up blood at once.

Harry and Mu Fan in the back seat had not expected the enemy to use bombs. They were only seven kilometers from the city! The enemy had actually gone mad enough to launch a bombing attack!

The advancing Hover Car's front end was instantly crushed inward by the blast wave. The entire vehicle spun sideways across the road, its engine already destroyed.

"Good thing it's bulletproof! Brother Fatty's poor little heart!" Brother Fatty's face had turned green. This was his first time experiencing an explosion at point-blank range.

At the first instant of the explosion, Mu Fan protected his head. Once the car stopped spinning, he kicked hard and rolled out through the broken door.

But the instant Mu Fan flew out of the vehicle, while he was still in midair, an overwhelming sense of danger struck him. It was a direct threat to his life. Mu Fan's eyes instantly turned red, and a strange perceptive awareness spread outward like a tangible net beneath the crushing pressure of death. He had no time to think. The moment his vision turned red, time seemed to slow. Within his mental field of vision, he sensed a tiny foreign object, radiating the aura of death!

He caught it. It was a bullet! It was drilling toward him at unimaginable speed, aimed at his heart.

The other side had not wasted a single motion. The moment they saw someone break through the door, they immediately tried to shoot him dead! Because the first person to break out could never have been their target—the little fat man!

Between life and death, "Aah!" His eye sockets nearly tore apart. His heart contracted at over three times a normal person's speed, veins instantly bulging and winding like centipedes. Mu Fan's legs swelled by a full circle in an instant, shattering the ground beneath his feet as he launched himself to the right. He had to evade this bullet laden with murderous intent.

"Aah!" "Bang!"

Only after the bullet grazed tightly past Mu Fan's left arm, tearing open a long wound, did the gunshot finally arrive!

A bullet far faster than sound—it was a rifle round!

"Huh?" A puzzled sound came from the grass. Clearly, the bullet had not struck his arm directly; otherwise, his arm would no longer have been attached to his body.

At this distance, killing someone with a small-caliber sniper rifle should have had a 100% hit rate. Yet today, they had watched a young man successfully dodge the bullet.

After missing the first shot, there was no time to chamber a second round at this distance.

The tall man rose from the grass beneath the dense forest.

The short man admitted that he had misjudged things slightly. Everything had been perfect, yet a flaw had appeared during the sniping stage. Mu Fan's unexpected survival had ruined their plan to deal with only Brother Fatty.

There was now Brother Fatty and Uncle Wu in the car, and one person outside it—Mu Fan!

When Mu Fan flexed his arm, the skin seared shut by the bullet's scorching graze split open, and blood gushed out.

Mu Fan clutched his left arm. Blood soaked his right hand and even seeped through his sleeve. In his Blood-colored Vision, he had already locked onto the two men. His heart was still beating at an abnormal pace, his temples bulging. The sense of danger in his heart had not faded, and Mu Fan remained cautiously on guard.

The tall man in Mu Fan's sight tossed his gun aside and walked over with his hands in his pockets. The short man threw down his optical scope, a matte-black dagger flashing and spinning through his fingers.

"Kid, you were the one who heard us the day before yesterday, right?" The short man grinned viciously. Ignoring the people in the car, he headed straight toward Mu Fan. The tall man said nothing.

"Tsk, tsk. You actually weren't killed in one shot. Your training at the martial arts school wasn't for nothing, but you're definitely dying today. Where's the little fat guy in the car? Get out here! I can't guarantee we won't blow it up again."

Mu Fan neither answered nor moved, looking every bit like someone seriously injured. Uncle Wu clutched his chest inside the car and helped Young Master Harry out to face the two robbers.

"Come on, let me have a look. Oh? So this is today's moneybag." The short man swaggered over and patted Brother Fatty's face.

Brother Fatty's face twitched. His expression was full of terror as he said shakily, "Y-you, who are you people?"

Spreading his hands, the short man struck a helpless pose and sighed. "We know you, but you don't know us. What a shame we met too late, Young Master Harry of the Fowen Conglomerate."

Mu Fan remained silent at the side. Brother Fatty glanced at Mu Fan, then back at the short man, his expression of shock and fury vivid and convincing.

"What... what do you want? As long as you don't kill me, I'll give you anything." Brother Fatty pleaded, trembling all over.

"See? That settles it. We're only after money. Too bad we can't get our hands on the big prize, so we can only..."

"Second!" The tall man with his hands in his pockets suddenly spoke in warning.

"Enough with the nonsense. Call your old man. Ten million in ransom, transferred to an unregistered black-market card. Once you get through, I'll tell you the card number and you repeat it!"

"T-ten million? That's... that's too much." Brother Fatty was so frightened that he could barely speak coherently.

The short man stopped and laughed. "Too much? Is ten million too much for your life? Do you know how much your old man's life is worth?"

"Second!" The tall man was genuinely getting angry. If this were not his own younger brother, he would have acted long ago. If their superiors learned that they had leaked information, there would be only one outcome: death.

"Do you know? No, you don't." As the dagger in the short man's hand traced a strange arc, Mu Fan suddenly noticed the tall man's expression relax in his perception.

They were definitely going to kill the hostage! This was bigger than he had imagined! Mu Fan's eyes narrowed.

"Don't try anything funny. Your car is bulletproof, right? But I wonder whether it can stop a fist?" After speaking with the smile of a tiger, the tall man suddenly inhaled and threw a punch. Bang! A huge dent was blasted into the still-intact right-side door, shoving the entire car half a meter sideways!

Brother Fatty sucked in a sharp breath. That strength had to be at least Level 15 or above! This vehicle weighed 2.7 tons...

Mu Fan... Brother Fatty began to worry whether he had gone too far with this act, but the more frightened he was, the less he could call out to Mu Fan!

"Cough, Young Master, let me contact the master for you." Seeing the situation, Uncle Wu finally began to worry. This was somewhat beyond expectations. He had to ensure Young Master Harry's safety.

"Old man, did I tell you to speak?" The short man grabbed the spinning dagger and snarled. Then he made a move that left Mu Fan and the other two dumbfounded. The dagger shot from his hand, flashing coldly as it flew straight for Uncle Wu's heart! He actually intended to kill Uncle Wu!

"If you shouldn't speak, then keep your mouth shut!"

Mu Fan's muscles had already adjusted the moment the short man changed his movements. He sprang up in an instant, moving after the enemy but arriving first. He shot forward like a cheetah, his blood pumping rapidly through his entire body. His iron-like fingers clamped tightly around the short man's wrist, then twisted. With a crack, the hand drooped limply. The short man's right hand had been crippled!

The short man's eyes filled with terror. Ignoring the pain, he howled fiercely, "Brother! Something's wrong with this kid! Do it!" These were vicious criminals who had lived on the edge of life and death for years. The instant Mu Fan seized him and disabled one hand with the other, he judged that this kid possessed at least Level 16 physical attributes!

The sense of danger in Mu Fan's Blood-colored Vision surged violently. Instinctively, he grabbed the short man, who was trying to jump away, and dragged him back in front of himself.

Bang! A deafening blast, louder than the rifle shot from before, rang out. The short man and Mu Fan were both sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Brother Fatty and Uncle Wu were stunned. Mu Fan had been ambushed by the tall man who had kept his hands in his pockets. A massive-caliber handgun had now appeared in his hand—the Remington Hand Cannon! Its magazine held only one bullet, but at close range it was twice as powerful as a sniper rifle! Forget two people—even four people stacked together would have been pierced through!

Yet the tall man showed no joy. Instead, his expression twisted horribly! He had accidentally killed his own younger brother! The blood-red flower he had always loved to see had bloomed today in his blood brother's chest, leaving behind a bowl-sized hole.

"Mu Fan! Mu Fan!" Brother Fatty could only regret now that he had not made Mu Fan wear his bulletproof vest!

"Mu Fan! Don't scare me! I still have to take you to the exam, and we still have to go to school! Don't scare me!" Brother Fatty broke free from Uncle Wu and pounced over, his tears and snot mingling together.

"Hehehehe, I killed my own brother, so all of you have to die! That kid is dead, and I'll torture you two alive! You'll accompany my brother in death!" No one had known the two were brothers born of the same mother. The tall man had gone completely insane. Pulling the dagger from his waist, he stepped forward.

"Cough, cough... Good thing the brand was tough. My chest hurts like hell." An ill-timed self-mocking voice sounded from beneath the short man.

"H-he's not dead? He's actually not dead... Impossible." The tall man was dumbfounded. He knew full well the power of the Hand Cannon concealed behind his forearm, but he had no choice but to believe it now. His brother was dead, yet that kid was still alive.

Mu Fan shoved away the short man's corpse and stood up. With his right hand, he took a black metal tag from his chest and lowered his head to inspect it. A deformed bullet slid off it. Quietly engraved upon the ink-black metal tag was a single word. It had not been damaged in the slightest—"Fan!"

His blood-covered right hand held the black tag as Mu Fan grinned. "Not dead."

But no one present, including Mu Fan, knew that when his blood-covered right hand wrapped around that ink-black metal tag, an invisible electromagnetic wave spread into the sky.

This strange electromagnetic wave even seemed intelligent as it found a spatial jump point and entered it, spreading farther outward.

In a barren nebula belt 210,000 kilometers from Luoqie Star, a cargo vessel resembling an enlarged coffin floated silently through space. It was suddenly activated, emitting a dark-red glow. In the desolate, silent region of the universe, it went from stillness to motion, erupting with a powerful thrust as it shot in one direction, becoming a comet streaking away...

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