The tall robber had already been driven into a corner. The little fat boy and his butler stood there unharmed, while the martial arts school brat who should have died by his hand was standing perfectly fine. Yet his own brother had died by his hand.
He knew he was finished—completely finished. He could not answer to the leader above, nor could he answer to himself or his brother. So at that moment, he was determined to die. Even if he died, he would drag these people down with him!
The two brothers had always worked together. He fired from a distance while his brother fought at close range, but his brother never knew that his elder brother was even better than him in close combat.
The tall man's crazed face twisted into a chilling smile. "The leader won't spare me, so today, all of you will die."
The dagger in his hand was suddenly pinched between two fingers, then instantly transformed into a blur. As his hands alternated, afterimages flickered. His entire hand traced a flat Z-shaped path, and distinct white flashes appeared at every turn—four in total.
"Air—Air Speed Cut!! Mu Fan, get out of the way! He's using a dagger technique!!! Move!" The fat boy panicked. The moment he saw the man's movements, he recalled a BAA-grade skill from the Real Combat techniques he had seen on the PO Battle Network: the dagger technique—Air Speed Cut! Its signature was that at least three white flashes had to appear when successfully executed! Finger strength and wrist strength both had to exceed level fifteen, then special exertion techniques allowed the dagger blade to slice at extreme speed. Once it touched someone, they would be dead or injured. This man had four flashes! That meant he had thoroughly mastered this technique!
"Hehe, not bad, little fatty. You know your stuff. But my brother's dead, and I don't want the money anymore. Today... all of you can go die." The tall man took a small bounding step forward. His crazed eyes were filled with killing intent. He wanted to cut this brat into pieces—cut him to pieces!
Mu Fan's eyes twitched when he heard the fat boy's warning. Through the web of blades, he stared directly at the tall man's wrist and suddenly took a deep breath.
In an instant, he planted his feet. His heart abruptly accelerated to more than four times its normal speed, blood flooding into his waist and legs! The ground instantly sank slightly beneath him. Mu Fan stood as still as wood, raising his right leg. The fat boy's eyes went wide with disbelief. Could this be...
Mu Fan suddenly lowered his right leg, then stepped forward with his left at tremendous speed. A light kick drew in the curtain of blades. Just as the tall man's blade screen was about to envelop him, he nimbly retreated, drew in his abdomen, and the dagger tip swept past his lower belly! Then he sprang upward from his left leg, his body suddenly folding sideways in a manner that defied the laws of physics. His upper body became parallel to the ground, and as his waist nearly twisted backward, his right leg tore through the night sky like lightning! A massive crescent-shaped black afterimage appeared once more!
Boom!
Before the afterimage had even dispersed, the fat boy and Uncle Wu felt the ground quake as though an ancient mammoth had stomped down. A red shockwave rose and then vanished.
No, that was blood mist!! When the dust settled, the tall robber's upper body had vanished...
The signature technique of Dark Right Foot, a diamond-ranked fighter on the PO Battle Network—Crescent Wind Remnant!
It had actually manifested in reality!
The blood throughout Mu Fan's body receded, and his heartbeat returned to normal.
The fat boy and Uncle Wu were utterly dumbfounded. Both men had moved with incredible speed. The fat boy had been somewhat mentally prepared, but Uncle Wu had only seen Mu Fan charge out, a black crescent flash past, and the robber's upper body disappear.
Gulp. The two swallowed at the same time. The fat boy was now incredibly grateful that Mu Fan was his companion. Even after following his master for so many years, Uncle Wu had never personally witnessed such a bloody, shocking scene... And the one responsible for all of it was the seemingly harmless youth before them.
"Whew, I used my full strength without thinking. I didn't expect this move to be so powerful." What surprised the fat boy was Mu Fan's expression. Facing that horrifying half-corpse, he remained completely calm, without even the slightest lingering fear. He only looked somewhat surprised.
When one had to fight for one's life, there were only two outcomes: death or survival.
The fat boy had no idea that Mu Fan's view of life was so simple and straightforward. Everything was for one purpose... to survive!
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Mu Fan said apologetically, "Damn it, they're both dead. The trail's gone cold."
The fat boy froze as well, but Uncle Wu suddenly spoke up. "Wait, let me take a look."
He stepped forward and turned over the arm of the short man lying on the ground. Pulling up his clothes, he revealed the corner of a pattern he had seen earlier—a broken axe tattooed on his forearm.
A broken axe? Uncle Wu suddenly felt a chill rise up his back. Trembling, he said, "The Broken Axe Star Pirate Group! They're members of the Broken Axe Star Pirate Group!"
"What?!" The little fat boy was even more stunned. Mu Fan's killing aura surged, because Broken Axe was the name of the interstellar pirate group he had heard had killed his adoptive parents when he was young!
This star pirate group had long roamed the edge of the Fourth Administrative Region. They even had unknown ties to the Gador Empire five light-years away. Terrifying legends about them circulated among the large and small planets nearby. They did not merely seek wealth—they took lives as well! The bloody crimes they had committed were still passed from mouth to mouth. Since this was a border region, the Federation military presence was weak. The star pirates even possessed two non-mass-produced Warrior Grade mecha equipped with Sixth-Generation Engines. They were more exceptional than the mass-produced mecha stationed here by the military. In localized combat, these brutal pirates had actually kept the government forces firmly suppressed in firepower.
And now, after disappearing for several years, these people had appeared again. What they sought were the wealthy residents of every city district!
How did they dare make such a huge move?!
Uncle Wu immediately urged, "I must inform the master about this as soon as possible. Young Master Harry, Young Master Mu Fan, let's leave quickly." His eyes also glanced toward Mu Fan. After seeing Mu Fan's breathtaking kick, Uncle Wu truly did not dare underestimate him anymore.
The fat boy looked at Mu Fan. "Mu Fan, come back with me. You can meet my father while you're there. This has really become serious."
Mu Fan looked at the fat boy. "I have to go home first. I'll come another day."
Seeing that Mu Fan was not himself, the fat boy did not press him further. Uncle Wu immediately began calling nearby personnel over to clean up the traces.
Mu Fan nodded to the fat boy and Uncle Wu, then leaped into the dense forest and raced toward his base.
His heart was pounding. He had torn open a corner of the Dark Curtain. The enemies who had killed his adoptive parents were about to appear. Now, he had to return and quietly enter the battle network, find Black, and get a clear answer.
He wanted to kill his enemies with his own hands!!
Luoqie Star First City District, the most important city district on the entire planet—the planet's administrative center and economic center.
Inside the basement of a bar beside the pedestrian walkway in the residential district.
Aboveground, people drank themselves into stupors amid noisy music and dancing. Underground, dim lights glowed as screens flickered brightly.
"Leader, the signals of the two jackals from Unit 22 have disappeared." The person seated before the lower screens immediately looked up and reported after noticing it.
A metal office desk blocked the man's view. The dim light avoided that area, leaving only a shadow cast upon the wall behind it.
"Hm. Ignore them. Neither of their hearts was ever here." After a moment of silence, an indifferent voice came from within.
A burly man standing nearby lowered his head. "Leader, what about the plan...?"
"Hm, continue. Councilor Wen will help us handle it. They're being so greedy... what kind of job do they expect from us?" The cold, detached voice continued. "The time remains unchanged."
"June. People of Luoqie Star, are you ready to welcome my arrival? Hehe..."
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