The One Behind It

Upon hearing this devilish voice, Jin Ling nodded frantically.

"Who sent you here?"

Jin Ling was about to shake her head, but her head froze because the pain in her neck was still stimulating her brain.

"You dare say that!?"

"Atwood said angrily from the other side."

Mu Fan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then stepped out and stomped on his chest.

A mouthful of blood mist spurted from Atwood's mouth, staining Jin Ling's white short skirt red.

The girl screamed, covered her ears, and shook her head frantically.

"I'll talk, I'll talk."

"It was him who arranged it. Atwood arranged for Harry and me to bump into each other the day before yesterday, but I really didn't know they were going to make a move. Waaah, please forgive me, I really don't know anything else."

Pooh!

Upon hearing Jin Ling's words, the fat man over there spat out another mouthful of blood and foam, looking up at the little white flower who had already collapsed on the ground with his swollen face.

Damn you, you shameless woman, you actually tricked your Brother Fatty.

Mu Fan looked at Atwood, who remained silent, took out his Sky Communicator from his pocket, aimed it at the man and woman lying on the ground, and snapped a picture.

Atwood's face turned bright red, and he struggled excitedly, but Mu Fan firmly pinned him to the floor.

"After you've said that, destroy the photos and let's go."

Mu Fan waved the Sky Communicator in his hand, then pointed from Atwood to Jin Ling.

"If I don't tell, you two will be famous tomorrow."

After speaking, Mu Fan looked at the two of them expressionlessly.

In his ears...

Hei Zheng excitedly shouted, "A stroke of genius! A stroke of genius!"

"Mu Fan, who taught you this move? Did you learn it from me? Tell me! It's absolutely invigorating and ruthless."

Even though Mu Fan had beaten the two to death before, it hadn't been excited at all. But seeing Mu Fan's cunning side, the Lord Black couldn't hold back any longer. This was its great host!

Mu Fan's indifferent gaze lay a resolute determination to remain silent.

He would never tell Black that the inspiration came from the dorm's voyeur.

Clearly, this sudden inspiration had an excellent effect at this moment.

Atwood, his teeth clenched so hard they were practically screaming, glared at Mu Fan and uttered each word with gusto. "Gao-ling-ze!"

The fat man over there had been glaring at Jin Ling with hatred, but when he heard the name "Gao Lingze," he suddenly became excited and started panting.

Mu Fan turned his head and glanced at the fat man who was excitedly trying to get up, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

There are many things the fat man doesn't know, but "Gao Lingze" is definitely not an unfamiliar name to Mu Fan!

My mind is racing right now; this is not the time for reflection.

Of the people in front of them, two were seriously injured, one woman was limp on the ground, and the other four were still unconscious.

Two female shop assistants remained, trembling with fear.

"Today's matter... is settled."

Mu Fan showed Atwood the front of the Sky Communicator, saying, "Actually, it was out of power before we came in."

He spat out a mouthful of blood, this time he was truly enraged, so enraged that Atwood, one of the Five Heavenly Kings, was trembling all over.

Mu Fan looked at the other person quietly, and slowly uttered a sentence:

"First-year student, Mu Fan, is ready to serve you anytime."

Then he turned and walked to the fat man, lifted him up with one arm, looked at the fat man's swollen and bruised face, and said:

"We're leaving."

"Um."

The fat man tried to smile more politely, but he tore open the wound that had just scabbed over, and the movement made him grimace.

The seemingly frail Mu Fan carried the fat man on his back, and the two of them slowly walked out of the coffee shop.

The area behind him was a complete mess.

Atwood, lying on the ground, closed his eyes. The leading figure of the third year at the Dingchuan Academy had completely fallen in this coffee shop.

The two people walking on the street attracted onlookers, and passersby automatically made way for them.

The sirens only started sounding as we walked out of the bustling street.

Everything seemed so natural.

The fat man, limping with Mu Fan's help, saw that Mu Fan's Sky Communicator had been lit up again and asked in surprise:

"Didn't you just say Sky Communicator was out of power?"

"I was lying to him," Mu Fan said calmly.

This made the fat man gasp.

When did Mu Fan become so dark?

This tactic is simply...

He's a role model for learning!

"I'm sending you the photos, just in case. They won't do anything if they're afraid to act rashly. But don't send them out proactively. I don't think Atwood will bother us again, but if we push them too far, you might be in danger... cough, cough cough." Mu Fan rarely spoke so much, but at the end he suddenly coughed rapidly, which immediately worried the fat man.

"What's wrong with you!?"

"Fine."

Mu Fan waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, but there was still an uncontrollable tremor in his chest.

Just now, for some unknown reason, my heart rate suddenly increased due to a coincidence, which led to a significant increase in my bodily functions.

As his power waned, the blurry fragments in his mind gradually faded from his memory, leaving only remnants that allowed Mu Fan to vaguely recall some things.

... Gift of Liberation!

Fortunately, he didn't pluck those three fingers, otherwise it would have directly caused the death of the Dingchuan student, and his own academy career would have ended.

The sudden surge of power, followed by its sudden decline, has left the body in an extremely rare period of weakness.

This is the second time Mu Fan has entered this state since the outbreak in the primeval forest of Zicui Star.

It seemed that as long as one could generate strong fighting spirit and emotional fluctuations, it would be easy to enter the ultimate enhanced state of this Blood-colored Vision. However, his body did not seem to be able to unconditionally withstand the crazy 500 beats per minute.

Moreover, having just forcibly suppressed his instantaneous Killing Move, he shifted to continuously suppressing Atwood, whose physical abilities were exceptional, without causing death or crippling him. This time, his duration was even longer than the last time.

Most of the energy accumulated inside the cell was burned up in that short moment.

but...

Mu Fan began to feel that he had vaguely grasped the threshold of actively activating the Gift of Liberation.

"I'll take you to get your injuries treated first."

A figure suddenly flashed through his mind, Mu Fan said to the fat man.

The fat man was taken aback, then shook his head.

"I'm not going back to the academy!"

Even a fat boy has his own dignity. He wouldn't allow his classmates to see him in this miserable state. Harry, who already had few friends, didn't want to hear those mocking words.

"No, I'm going to see a friend of mine. She's supposed to be a very skilled doctor, and I have things to take care of."

The fat man nodded in agreement.

So Mu Fan tapped on Sky Communicator and searched for that number.

Suddenly, a connection request came through Sky Communicator.

William?

Mu Fan pressed the answer button with his thumb.

"I am Mu Fan."

"Mu Fan, panting... I've finally arrived, but where are you all? There are only a few people who were just carried onto the ambulance."

A huge, fat man was crowding the doorway, and no one dared to approach him from behind.

"We're alright now. I'll take Harry to get some treatment. You can talk to him."

He handed the Sky Communicator to the fat man, and the fat man's tears welled up again.

"William, I'm alright."

Upon hearing Harry's voice, the massive William finally felt relieved and squeezed into the café. His fan-like hand slammed heavily onto the solid wood bar, making a loud thud that startled the two young girls who had just gotten up to clean up the mess.

"Give me a bucket of coffee!! And five kilograms of sugar!"

The two bewildered girls were about to refuse, but when the enormous fat man's hand left, they felt a sudden jolt, quickly bowed, and ran off to prepare coffee.

They were almost in despair: What was going on today? This fat man had slapped a bar counter made of sixty-year-old driftwood weighing five tons, leaving a clearly defined handprint.

That slap really sank in! This isn't bread, it's driftwood that's as tough as steel!

Thinking back to the group of people who had just left, the two female shop assistants were filled with lingering fear.

These people were far beyond what the two of them could afford to offend. Fortunately, the person lying on the ground threw them another card before leaving.

Now it looks like something even more frightening has arrived; the previous group probably only reached this size when they were tied together.

As for the bar counter where the handprints appeared... let's just leave it at that, I'm sure the boss will understand.

Two little girls hurried off to make that—a bucket of coffee.

On the street, the fat man hung up the Sky Communicator and handed it back to Mu Fan. Mu Fan found the number again and pressed the button.

——Bai Guyue!