Chapter 41: Chapter 41 A conspiracy against Harry?
Editor: Noodletown Translations
Mu Fan’s heart tightened, a chubby guy? Martial Arts Hall? Then there’s only one, Harry!
How did this get involved with Harry? Up there… ? Mu Fan heard the footsteps of the two people getting farther away. He leaned back, poked out half of his head, saw two figures in the distance, and quickly withdrew his gaze.
Lightly jumping down without making a sound, Mu Fan stood by the wall and then returned to the street he had just walked past, half of his body sticking out, catching a glimpse of two backs, one tall, one short. Mu Fan made a judgment.
He didn’t continue to follow; those two were very alert, and it would be easier to be discovered once out of the city. No, this matter needed to be discussed with the chubby guy.
Thinking of the future, Mu Fan turned around and randomly bought a Miluo for 3 Star Coins from the fruit shop behind him. He ate it while leisurely strolling back; every move he made now had to blend naturally.
“Wow, this Miluo is so tasty!” He casually bought a plump Miluo as a cover, and he didn’t expect it to be sweet and juicy with just one bite! Mu Fan squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
Holding the Miluo, chomping away, Mu Fan again appeared in the shop assistant’s line of sight. This time, Mu Fan smiled slightly at the assistant’s reluctantly polite face, made his request, and was directly taken by the boss to the bag counter area.
The currently best outdoor backpack sold in the city, with 1000D nylon exterior and 900D waterproof Oxford cloth for the body-touching parts. The shop owner patted his chest, claiming it was the best material backpack on Loga Star.
Mu Fan directly ignored the owner’s spittle, caressed the backpack with excellent texture, and finally gritted his teeth, taking out his last possession—1000 Star Coins in front of the boss’s exaggerated expression.
Spending 1000 Star Coins on a bag, Mu Fan had never thought of it before. He looked down, reluctantly slung the bag over his shoulder, and checked the time before leaving. Roll call was due; the chubby guy should have returned by now.
On his way back, Mu Fan bought another large Miluo, so when the chubby guy returned to the training room, he saw Mu Fan enjoying the Miluo.
The chubby guy felt something was amiss, seeing Mu Fan seriously consuming the oversized Miluo seemed just odd!
“You’re back.” Mu Fan considered this a greeting.
At this moment, the chubby guy walked over compelled by some force, “Is it tasty? If it is, give me a bite.”
Ah, Mu Fan was a bit stunned.
“Oops, no worries. I’m just used to it.” The chubby guy suddenly blushed, embarrassed by his own actions!
Seeing the chubby guy’s shy glances, Mu Fan generously gave him a piece.
After the two of them polished off the Miluo, Mu Fan wiped his mouth and very seriously asked the chubby guy, “Harry, have you offended anyone recently?”
The chubby guy wiped his mouth, “No, I haven’t!”
So Mu Fan told the chubby guy what he had just seen. The chubby guy was surprised and puzzled, thinking for a while, then confidently said, “I’m sure I haven’t offended anyone. I usually don’t interact much with people, spending most of my time on PO Battle Net. I’ve only recently started going to the Martial Arts Hall. You should know.”
Mu Fan asked, “Did you go out the city’s East Gate in the afternoon?”
The chubby guy nodded, “Yes.”
Mu Fan tapped his finger on the wooden seat, suddenly speaking, “Those two went out the East Gate and bought sleeping bags, obviously planning to stay overnight outdoors. The time and place they mentioned match your current situation.”
The chubby guy got a bit anxious, “Fat Brother hasn’t messed with anyone. Who’s targeting me like this!”
Mu Fan calmed the chubby guy with a look that belied his age’s calmness, staring straight, “Harry, tomorrow afternoon, I’ll go with you. I noticed something important; they mentioned robbing you as just a side thing, implying there’s something more crucial.
“Mu Fan, it’s too dangerous. I should call someone,” the chubby guy was a bit scared, having realized he was being watched; without Mu Fan, he might not have come back.
Mu Fan patted the chubby guy’s shoulder, “Harry, trust me! Didn’t I come through with Young Master Wen?”
“Mu Fan!” Young Master Harry sincerely felt Mu Fan’s friendship, his eyes a bit moist.
Mu Fan patted the chubby guy’s shoulder and smiled.
“When we leave tomorrow afternoon, I’ll ride along.”
“Okay.” The chubby guy didn’t waste words.
Mu Fan quickly entered professional trainer mode, first arranging two sessions for the chubby guy in the afternoon. The first was endurance training, setting the treadmill to 10,000 meters, throwing the boo-hooing chubby guy onto it.
Mu Fan entered a meditative state, which was rare for someone who hunted alone for years, as this was not thinking for himself.
“Hmm… currently, the situation is like this. Those two… have been tracking the chubby guy, no, tracking wealthy people! Then noticing the chubby guy, meaning they often operate within the city, familiar with the vicinity.
Planning so meticulously for the first time, Mu Fan felt overwhelmed. Going straight at it would be better, but the implied meaning in their words made him sure it wasn’t simple.
Ugh, headache!
The chubby guy wailed, “Mu Fan, my lungs hurt!”
Mu Fan scratched his face, brain automatically blocking all of the chubby guy’s noises, forcing himself to keep thinking.
“Tracking wealthy people’s routes… and mission? The task was to track wealthy people’s routes, indicating the arrangement above was just for those two, showing…”
The chubby guy was nearly carried away by the treadmill, a belt tied around his waist by Mu Fan preventing a potential mishap, he ran with tears and snot, “Mu Fan, can’t you see me? Why aren’t you paying attention? Fat Brother can’t take it…”
Wait, pay attention!
Mu Fan suddenly felt something click in his mind.
“It indicates the higher-ups aren’t paying much attention here! But there’s still monitoring going on, only those two, so they act privately, as the shorter one said… fat sheep!”
Mu Fan suddenly slapped the chubby guy on the butt, stopping his wails and prompting him to run like the wind.
“Tie the events together, it’s… the higher-ups focus on many wealthy locations, District 22 being just one… Robbing the chubby guy is irrelevant. So…”
“There’s someone powerful or high up watching many wealthy people, planning something seemingly big and dangerous, including the hapless chubby guy in advance.”
“What needs to be done tomorrow is… save the chubby guy, then follow the trail to uncover the mastermind, and once again… save the chubby guy.”
That’s it! Mu Fan rubbed his chin; he felt through this thinking process, a line in his mind linked fragmented information, his mind cleared, a wonderful feeling.
“I quit!” The chubby guy’s voice was pathetically desperate.
“Oh.” Mu Fan clapped his hand on the stop button, “You should have said so earlier.”
The chubby guy crumpled on the treadmill like a blanket.
“Wheeze… wheeze… I, I… don’t want to talk.” The chubby guy weakly pointed at Mu Fan, his hand trembling.
“So you blame me?” Mu Fan, initially delighted at solving the issue, heard the chubby guy’s words and frowned.
“You… damn… it…” the chubby guy’s last words trailed off like a whisper.
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