Chapter 33 Returning to No. 341 Training Base

Mu Fan was a little absent-minded throughout the afternoon, and when the fat man insisted on fighting for more than half an hour and couldn't hold it anymore, Mu Fan stopped and stood there.

"Mu Fan, what's wrong?"

"There's something I want to deal with."

"What's the matter?" the fat man rubbed his wrist and asked curiously.

"Master Wen, do you know?" Mu Fan asked lightly.

Fatty was a little confused, "Which Young Master Wen?"

"The second member's only son." Mu Fan repeated what he heard from Man Kun.

"Wen Zheming!?" The fat man frowned, and asked Mu Fan, "Why did you suddenly ask him? This man is ruthless, and the rumors in the circle are not very good."

"He's here too."

"What!!?" Fatty jumped up suddenly, and Wen Zheming was neighbor! What a joke! Why doesn't he know!

Mu Fan sorted out his words, and said to the fat man, "My friend's leg was broken, I want to find him."

The fat man was also anxious: "Absolutely not! That person is too dangerous."

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "I have to go."

The fat man suddenly remembered that this guy was also a pig pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but he said worriedly: "Mu Fan, you must remember not to piss him off, otherwise we won't be able to eat and walk away."

Mu Fan nodded, "I just want to find time to be his training partner."

"Go crazy." The fat man muttered to himself, to believe Mu Fan's words, it would be as exaggerated as to let the star robbers be good.

"You don't believe me?" Mu Fan raised the target in his hand and nodded at Fatty, "Again!!"

Fatty stood up helplessly.

After an afternoon of training, the fat man was so tired that he didn't want to talk at all. Now that he has made Mu Fan a friend, he can do whatever he wants.

There was no trace of fatigue on Mu Fan's face, and he lived in peace all afternoon.

But just like the calm before the storm, the calmer it is now, the more violent it will be.

After changing his clothes, Fatty immediately escaped from the purgatory where Mu Fan was, and made an appointment to meet at 10 o'clock tomorrow. Mu Fan also went downstairs to change clothes.

Um? that figure?

Mu Fan lowered his head and walked towards the locker room, when he suddenly saw a figure staggering past him, his body tilted as he passed Mu Fan.

Mu Fan quickly held up his hand and looked up, Jeff!

At this moment, Jeff's right eye was swollen and raised high, and the blood from the corner of his left eye couldn't stop flowing. His eyes were almost narrowed into a slit. He didn't see that it was Mu Fan who was supporting him, and wanted to push him away.

"Go away, I don't need your help."

Mu Fan held Jeff's shoulders firmly with his hands. Jeref was a full head taller than Mu Fan and almost twice as strong in stature, but at this moment, he was firmly supported by Mu Fan.

"Yes, you, kid?" Only then did Jeff realize that it was Mu Fan who was supporting him.

"Master Wen?" Mu Fan only mentioned one name, but Jeff understood what he meant, and raised his palm to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Well, the strike was too ruthless, I couldn't hide it, I was so stubborn. But I resisted, hehe..." Jeff pulled the wound at the corner of his mouth, and his face twitched in pain.

"Tomorrow I'll go to Chanison, I'll go." Mu Fan raised his head and looked at the big man whose face was beaten into flowers.

"This job belongs to me, no one, don't grab it!" Jeff felt that he seemed to be underestimated, and became angry. He shook off Mu Fan's hand and staggered into the locker room.

Mu Fan didn't stop him this time. He looked at Jeff's back with bright eyes and remained silent. The premonition in his heart that the battle was coming was getting closer.

After finishing the work, he took the 500 star coins with both hands. An hour later, Mu Fan showed up at the abandoned factory on time. No one triggered the alarm. The claw marks on the fine sand on the ground showed that there were birds looking for food here.

I finished eating three meals of meat. Will I carry a few more boxes of nutritious meals when I come back at night? Mu Fan was covered with a blanket, looking up at the starry sky above his head, feeling hungry again. He put his helmet in the safe in Room 9 today, and waited for tomorrow.

Mu Fan's heart was extremely peaceful, and he fell asleep, with the soft starlight shining all over his body.

...

The next morning, Mu Fan showed up at the martial arts hall. The cleaners were doing daily cleaning. After Mu Fan nodded to the black-clothed strong man at the door, he entered the house. After eating ten boxes of breakfast, he wiped his mouth. up to the third floor.

The staff of the restaurant looked at Mu Fan's back, and thought that Xindao Martial Arts would at least cut his salary by half to support such a person, or if it wasn't a good enough loss, this guy wouldn't have come here just to eat.

Naturally, Mu Fan didn't know what the people behind him were thinking, so he leisurely walked into the No. 4 training room on the third floor.

After changing his clothes, the wound on his back had disappeared in large swaths, almost gone. Mu Fan was very nervous in this regard, he only felt that he was very hungry when he came in the morning! !

PO Battle.net? Gravity chamber?

There were a lot of things happened in the martial arts gym yesterday, and Mu Fan always has a slight desire to confide in others today. After thinking about it, go to the PO battle Internet cafe and see if he can find Hei! If you can't find it, you can go to fight with that perverted fighter instructor again, a little inexplicably irritated! !

Mu Fan took out the optical brain helmet and pressed the start button, Mu Fan's eyes went dark, and he returned to the familiar screen again.

Dear "Master Egg", do you want to enter PO Battle.net?

Yes, wait, system, is there a rename option.

"Sorry, Master Player Egg does not have permission to change names."

Damn black, Mu Fan gritted his teeth a bit, forget it, let's enter.

The light and mist dissipated, and Mu Fan returned to the place where he went offline yesterday. When I go online again, people are still bustling with people. After all, there are not people with only one planet, and there are people coming and going here all the time.

Quietly looking at the wide streets, the shuttle vehicles coming and going, weaving like a shuttle. Here, there are no congested vehicles in reality, no honks of horns, and no bustling crowds. All kinds of suspension vehicles, seen or not seen in reality, most of which cannot be named, came and went in a file, in an orderly manner.

Mu Fan stood there and stared at it, almost fascinated, this place is like a pure land, no wonder people are fascinated by it.

There are all kinds of shops with various signboards on both sides, such as "mechanical repair shop", "mecha parts shop", "underground exchange", etc. Mu Fan felt a little anxious when he saw it.

Could it be because you are thinking about something? I feel like I haven't done anything today. Mu Fan confirmed that the root cause is Mankun, the matter is not finished, and the idea is not clear.

Jeff resisted, and took the initiative to come to the door.

Unable to bear it, Jeff came to the door on his own initiative.

Well, simple and rude, Mu Fan's thoughts are a bit clear, so what's next? Go fight the fighters! ! ! !

Died twice, can't bear it! Mu Fan was still brooding over yesterday's brutal death. What the hell, he couldn't use 70% of his strength. He got used to the rhythm of PO Battle.net yesterday. Let's fight again today! ! ! Wait a while for the fat man to come and talk about the rest!

Just go and find the nearest teleportation point!

Mu Fan stepped into the aperture, targeting base 341!

On a distant planet, in a huge super optical brain database, a piece of code finally passed the logic screening after more than ten hours of automatic improvement.

PO Battle.net data sub-database! !

A data stream was formed instantly, and then a few ripples flashed on the monitoring screen and then disappeared. The staff happened to be not in front of the screen at this time.

The PO Battle.net data sub-database, the recruit training base code-named 341, is now divided into two in the Battle.net world, as if overlapping, and then merged into one again, but the mystery is all on the metal door that enters.

Many players in the No. 341 recruit training base only felt that their vision went dark and then returned to normal.

Mu Fan was standing in the corridor of Base 341 at the moment, and in front of him was the familiar metal revolving door. The countdown on the electronic screen beside him had reset to 0, and the background of the screen had turned green.

"Hello recruit 'Master Egg', this is your No. 341 base training center."

Mu Fan didn't notice that there were two more words in the system's words.

"Please select the training items, one, individual combat training. Two, mech driving training."

"Individual combat option."

The metal revolving door opened, and the corridor disappeared in darkness...