Chapter 764: Chapter 537 Military Preparedness Plan
After the dust had settled on the meeting, Ding Chuan had already begun using its vast influence to completely shroud Mu Fan in its protection.
Inside the academy, Mu Fan was one hundred percent safe!
The news, however, was only circulated within a very small circle of the higher-ups and hadn’t spread further.
And Mu Fan received a message two hours later.
“Everything’s sorted, wish you success.”
The last four words had a deeper meaning, and Mu Fan frowned as he read them. Did Instructor Bach already know what he was going to do?
Through the thick glass window, Mu Fan watched his two comrades grimacing in pain inside the medical center, his fists creaking.
A flash of cold light passed through his eyes.
…
Mu Fan had already departed.
White Hair opened his squinting eyes hazily, glanced at the ceiling weakly, and then turned to look at the fat man who had just been wheeled out of the operating room.
His own through-and-through wound only required Advanced Cell Repair Liquid for healing, while the fat man had developed complications from his broken ribs. But seeing that whining and groaning figure wheeled out from the surgery told him there wasn’t much to worry about.
The hardware and software levels of Dingchuan Academy were indeed top-notch on this planet.
Now the two brothers in adversity were lying side by side in Biological Repair Chambers, behaving themselves.
That ticklish feeling continuously surged from within their bodies, and yet neither of them dared to move, only able to quietly watch their wounds slowly healing.
The academy had a conscience; the two were in a high-end medical room.
Of course, they could afford the kind of deluxe medical rooms that offered one per person, but it wouldn’t have been as fun as being able to chat together.
White Hair tilted his head to one side, grinning at the fat man lying at an angle to him, “Fat Brother, does it hurt?”
“Sss…” The fat man’s head was immobilized, and he couldn’t move it, but tears gushed from his eyes in an instant, “I didn’t feel a thing when Fat Brother was knocked out cold, but just now… do you know? I watched a mechanical tube as thick as my finger being inserted into my chest to suck out the blood clots, it was way too bloody, and you ask me if it hurts.”
“Hahaha, cough, cough.” White Hair laughed so hard it affected his wounds, making him grimace in pain, and he continued to speak to Harry:
“We made Mu Fan worry, but speaking of which, weren’t you scared to be nearly killed by that freakish fat man?”
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared, but, when I saw that dead pig-like corpse, damn, it was one word — exhilarating! So satisfying!” The fat man’s voice was not loud, but the tone was trembling with excitement, yet as he thought more about it, he sadly lowered his head, “Sigh, my strength is still too weak, when faced with that kind of situation, all I could do was wait for death.”
Hearing the fat man’s sigh, White Hair’s face revealed a devilish grin, “I, myself, didn’t expect to be caught off guard either, but this is the thrill, far better than just sitting at home, eating and waiting for death! I suddenly realize, I really like this feeling.”
The fat man beside him felt an inexplicable chill down his spine, his beady eyes straining to look to the side.
This White Hair didn’t have a masochistic streak, did he?
S, M?
Holy shit…
“What’s with that look, Dead Fatty!” White Hair, done laughing, noticed Harry’s gaze and couldn’t help but get annoyed.
“You twisted White Hair, I’m not the same kind as you.”
“What the hell are you thinking in that pig brain of yours?”
“Anyway, I’m not the same kind as you!”
“Fuck, real-life PK!”
After a noisy quarrel, both got so agitated they each took a gulp of Cell Repair Liquid to calm down, spitting it out profusely.
Breathing heavily, White Hair said with a ferocious expression, “Fat Brother, let’s talk serious. Mu Fan is preparing to set up a team now, and sooner or later we’ll have to leave the academy to make our way interstellarly. So I ask you, will you be afraid then!”
“Afraid my ass, I’ve had enough of being bullied every day.” The fat man’s eyes reddened a bit.
“Good, then do you still want to drag your brothers down like you do now?” White Hair continued.
Hearing this, the fat man answered despondently, “I don’t want to, I also wish I could help him, but there’s so little I can do.”
“I don’t want to either, so we need to improve ourselves. Goddamn it, when the time comes, we’ll crush all those who deserve a beating, who need to be killed, one by one.” White Hair’s voice was somewhat breathless, but his expression was incredibly fierce.
“Okay, let’s do this! But my physical fitness is limited, I can’t reach your level of Fighting skill. Do you have any plans?”
“You don’t necessarily have to rely on hand-to-hand combat, capitalize on all the strengths you can. I have an idea in mind… an armament plan!” White Hair finally revealed his goal, speaking slowly.
Play to their strengths, amplify each other’s talents, avoid going it alone, and emphasize the characteristics of team-based combat.
As White Hair revealed his thoughts little by little, the fat man’s eyes grew brighter and brighter.
What am I good at?
Logistics?
No, no, that’s what William is truly good at.
I excel at trickery in the Battle Net, and in reality, I’m good at… socializing?
Meanwhile, White Hair continued to speak passionately, discussing his vision for the future role division of the squad’s dedicated ship.
White Hair’s words opened a new door for the fat man, turning from youthful naivety to maturity sometimes only requires such an opportunity.
…
When he returned to the apartment, only Mu Fan was there, all alone.
It was then that he opened the suitcase Lu Qingxue had given him.
Inside was a suit of light gray dress clothes, neatly folded, the fabric so exquisite that it looked luxurious at first glance.
However, after thinking it over, Mu Fan closed the suitcase again, leaving the clothes inside untouched.
Considering the tragic fate of the previous two suits of clothes, Mu Fan always felt that he simply wasn’t suited to wear this kind of clothing.
So much had happened today, he needed to sort out his thoughts.
Thus, lying on the comfortable bed, Mu Fan gazed brightly at the ceiling.
The Tang family, Solomon, the Night Teeth Team, the Gardot Empire… Zeg… the Layela Clan… the unknown deep-space horror…
Countless shadows flickered through his mind before Mu Fan fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, when Mu Fan was preparing to leave the academy to purchase supplies, he received a Sky Communication from Wang Nuonuo.
The distinct ringtone had only begun to sound when Mu Fan knew who it was.
“My lord!” A voice as crisp as a lark came through, filled with indescribable liveliness and joy. A girl with eyes curved like an Elf’s beauty appeared on the screen, looking at him, all smiles.
That familiar smile, those clear, bright eyes, only reflected his own figure.
Mu Fan stood in the shaded corridor, his eyes fixated on the girl’s face on the screen, and at the sight of Nuonuo, all the hostility and tumult within him seemed to calm down.
Never before had his spirit felt more peaceful and quiet than now.
“My lord, did you miss me? I have already reached the Barnard Star System, and the contract with Southern Country Industry has been signed. The first big order is complete! I’ve really succeeded~”
The girl on the screen made a V-sign with her fingers, blinking her large eyes at him, full of pride as if she were claiming credit.
The blessing of Grandpa Wang Ji, Loki Heavy Industry’s revival from the brink of collapse, the dust settling on the first big order carried out with her own efforts…
The strong woman who fought over every detail in negotiations in the distant Barnard Star System was now just a 17-year-old girl before Mu Fan, devoid of all defenses.
Looking at the Elf-like girl, her face full of joy yet unable to hide her fatigue, at the noticeably thinner but still beautiful face, Mu Fan said dumbly:
“You’ve lost weight.”
Then he saw the girl on the screen’s large eyes cloud over with mist in an instant, and big tears began to fall.
Alone in an alien land, dozens of light-years away, in the true midst of an Alien Race.
These simple three words from Mu Fan completely shattered Wang Nuonuo’s facade of feigned toughness.