Chapter 979: Chapter 752: Tracking and Counter-Tracking
“In seven days, an auction will be held on a planet named Yunmei Star, located at the border between the Hinchlo Business Alliance and the Federation.”
“And then?” Mu Fan took a step onto the quiet forest path, where only the occasional sound of insects could be heard, and dappled light flickering across his pupils.
“Then… the last core component of the War Armor [Dragon Rider] will appear as an auction item.”
Hearing Black’s words, Mu Fan stopped in his tracks, eyes slightly squinted, speaking to himself in the air: “Are you talking about… the Sky Net Teeth?”
“That’s right, the main fang of the high-grade Star Beast [Sky Net], just appeared on Yunmei Star a day ago. While going through customs clearance in the Hinchlo Business Alliance, this information was recorded in the non-encrypted information database of the Hinchlo Business Alliance government. [Star Broa Beast], that’s the official name of Sky Net.” From beginning to end, Black was very concerned about this matter.
Because for the old fellow Mohandas, the key to awakening from sleep lies in this item.
What Black didn’t expect was that he actually collected this information, and moreover, it’s a finished product that can be obtained with money, without fighting.
“Alright.”
Mu Fan only replied with one word, which was a promise.
…
Two days later, on a cruise heading to Satellite Space Port No. 87, a slightly excited chubby young man was sitting in a seat covered with soft red velvet, in the first-class cabin of the interstellar cruise.
As the young master of the Fowen Consortium, having survived two upheavals, Fat Brother’s demeanor now is not what it used to be.
This was his first time executing a mission independently, and just imagining it made him extremely excited.
When he fantasized about holding money in his left hand and a big cannon in his right, becoming a much-loved idol among countless young women in the interstellar world, the chubby Harry couldn’t help but chuckle.
This drew a frown of annoyance from the lady beside him who was reading a magazine.
“Can you keep it down a bit?”
The lady, around thirty years old with mature charm, couldn’t help but remind him.
The chubby young man, immersed in endless fantasies, immediately snapped back to reality and laughed awkwardly.
“Sorry, sorry.”
After saying that, the chubby man realized he might not have made it to the bathroom in time earlier, resulting in a pressing need now.
So he struggled to lift himself up and prepared to move toward the first-class cabin’s dedicated restroom.
The cabin area of an interstellar cruise is much larger than that of a jet plane.
The cabin alone is divided into upper, middle, and lower levels. The seats on the uppermost level are the rarest and most expensive, with seemingly endless crystal floor-to-ceiling windows perfectly combining high strength and color-changing technology to provide first-class passengers the most comfortable experience.
The large potted green plants on both sides of the first-class cabin’s sofa added a touch of warmth to the environment.
However, the chubby young man really didn’t have the time to appreciate these scenes, because… his need to go was as urgent as a mountain collapse.
As the chubby man rushed toward the restroom, taking two steps as one, a man with curly brown hair and wearing tea-colored sunglasses seemed to want to get up as well, approximately four meters in front of him to the left.
He was holding a Sky Communication device and was about to stretch lazily as he got up.
The reckless chubby man didn’t notice and brushed past him directly.
Clink~
A sound of collision occurred, as the man’s hand got nudged by Harry’s round body, and the Sky Communication device slipped and fell to the ground.
The chubby man, startled, immediately stopped his tank-like charge, awkwardly watching the stunned man with an open mouth, full of apologies.
“Ah, I’m so sorry. Check to see if the Sky Communication device is damaged. If there’s an issue, I’ll compensate you.” The chubby man never shirks responsibility for such matters.
“Let me check, well… it’s fine.” The man bent down to pick up the Sky Communication device, opened it, checked a few times, and smiled as he spoke.
“Really? Sorry, my urgency was severe.” The chubby man smiled awkwardly.
“I understand, really, it’s fine. Your integrity is commendable.” The man politely extended his right hand.
The chubby man shook hands with him, apologized again, and then hurried off to the restroom.
The man, who had not removed his tea-colored sunglasses the entire time, smiled as he watched the chubby man’s retreating back disappear into the restroom. He blew away the dust on the Sky Communication device and then sat back in the section of the first-class cabin where he was the sole occupant.
The Sky Communication device that fell was casually placed into his pocket as he sat down.
Another identical Sky Communication device appeared in his palm, and with a light press of his thumb, the anti-peep screen lit up, displaying a rotating and enlarging map. It was an extremely detailed 3D map. In the center of the map, a red dot lit up, and judging by its location, it seemed to be inside a restroom within the three-dimensional structure…
Then, three fingers of his left hand danced over the Sky Communication device like a pianist, tapping quickly and intensively.
A text message was quietly sent: [Target F has been locked on.]
The chubby man, in the midst of relieving himself, was completely unaware that a mechanical ant roughly 5 millimeters long was firmly attached beneath his left pant leg.
Just then, a metal cufflink on the chubby man’s shirt flickered with a faint blue glow.
His Sky Communication device then rang.
“Hmm?”
The chubby man, gleefully whistling, froze and looked down at his waist, correcting himself to look down at his waist.
“Mu Fan? What’s up?”
“Nothing, just letting you know that when you disembark later, I’ll contact you via Sky Communication. Follow my instructions when that happens.”
The chubby man listened to “Mu Fan” speak, unconsciously sensing that this voice lacked the usual familiarity and warmth of Mu Fan, sounding somewhat stiff.
Have I been slacking off lately?
The chubby man shook his head, finished his business, zipped up his pants, and fastened his belt.
“Got it, trust Fat Brother on this, it’s professional.”
A minute later, the chubby man exited the restroom with a spring in his step. As he passed by the man wearing tea-colored sunglasses, he nodded amicably.
The other man nodded back.
Young Master Harry felt an immediate sense of joy and accomplishment, feeling that Fat Brother commanded respect with grace.
…
The back panel of a silver wristwatch gently vibrated, with such a subtle sensation that it felt like the faint beating of a pulse—imperceptible to the outside world, yet unmistakably clear to the wearer.
Leaning comfortably on the soft sofa with his eyes closed, Mu Fan leisurely shifted his position, nudging his neck slightly.
Oh, and gently tapping his teeth together.
“I’ve already explained everything to young Master Harry. This guy is clearly overexcited. If not for the preemptively placed anti-tracking device kicking in, no one would have known the chubby man had been targeted.” Black remarked, then remembered something and continued:
“By the way, White Hair actually turned out fine. I really admire that.”
Mu Fan’s right hand casually slipped into his jacket pocket, taking out a Sky Communication device. His thumb played across it, typing out a series of words.
[He doesn’t need it.]
The Sky Communication device was slipped back into the pocket, and Mu Fan nonchalantly pressed the hat in his arms over his face, continuing to relax comfortably in the sofa chair.
This was only the premium cabin, a level below Fat Brother’s first class, yet for an ordinary person it was still extraordinarily luxurious.
To Mu Fan, it was unprecedentedly comfortable.
Three people, dispatched separately.
To three different locations, then converging at the end.
This time, Mu Fan didn’t choose to go it alone.