Chapter 986: Chapter 759: Fat Agent
“Sir, good day. This flight to the 87th satellite has air conditioning running throughout the journey.” The beautiful waitress was clearly well-prepared to handle all sorts of pick-up lines.
The young man in front of her looked like a wealthy scion, but his words certainly lacked class.
Not mature enough.
That was the comment the beautiful waitress had about White Hair in her mind.
“Isn’t it possible to make special requests in business class?” White Hair scratched his chin. He was indeed quite hot, having worked up a sweat from exercising.
“Uh… sir, you may make requests within the reasonable regulations of the flight, and we will certainly assist wherever we can.” The waitress said calmly, emphasizing the word “reasonable.”
She internally hoped to date a sophisticated man with taste, not someone like this…
“OK, then get me a fan.” With a stylish snap of his fingers, White Hair made a request that startled the waitress.
“Huh? Sir, what did you say?” The waitress suddenly became a bit flustered, suspecting she misheard him. Fans had long been obsolete, probably only still used by those in the slums.
“Bring over a fan and have it blow right at me.” White Hair pointed to his chest.
“This is business class; you can adjust the air conditioning temperature yourself here.” The waitress was utterly confused.
“Just air conditioning isn’t enough. I need a fan blowing directly at me.” White Hair reluctantly turned his glance away from her neckline.
B+ cup, sigh…
Seeing the look on the waitress’s face, White Hair added an explanation: “Or else I can’t stop my sweat from gushing out.”
Pfft~
A middle-aged man nearby, who was drinking tea, couldn’t swallow and ended up spraying the liquid out, coughing violently to the point of tears.
“Sir, do you also want one? But I’m afraid I can’t share mine with you.” White Hair said regretfully.
The coughing intensified, seeming like the man was about to cough out a lung the next second.
At that moment, the beautiful waitress in business class felt a ton of emotional damage.
The next moment…
A delicate, large fan was set up in front of White Hair, who was satisfied and fell asleep.
If I weren’t a little capricious, would I be worthy of the money my family made?
Before sleeping, Young Master Yin kindly sent a message to Mu Fan.
[I’ve got a tail here, stopped by two guys. Reached an S-level ending. Be careful, see you later~]
…
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
The screen in front of Mu Fan instantly switched to this message from White Hair.
The synchronized image Black had just displayed appeared before Mu Fan, making his throat feel a bit dry.
This time on the trip, it seems like I really brought the right person.
He put away his headset, tore off his hat, and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before letting out a long sigh.
Next up is dealing with the fat guy, right?
This cruise will soon dock, then they can take the star orbital car directly to the nearest 87th satellite.
…
“Goodbye, Mr. Mu.”
Amidst the crowd disembarking, a man with a mustache smilingly greeted Mu Fan, and they headed in opposite directions, disappearing into the crowd.
This individual from the distant Gardot Empire quietly left just as quietly as he arrived.
Using the alias Wang Fan, Mu Fan lightly murmured, “Keep an eye on him” as he boarded the star orbital car.
Now that he’s appeared, there’s no way he would disappear from Black’s sight.
“He left the Space Port and got into a regular hover taxi.”
“He’s checked into this satellite’s hotel.”
“Seems like he’s genuinely here for sightseeing…”
Amidst Black’s detailed rambling, Mu Fan became the first among the three to reach the 87th Space Port.
The fat guy’s flight would arrive ten minutes later.
…
[Mr. Fowen, the cruise has docked. As a first-class passenger, you may disembark first.]
A pretty flight attendant in a form-fitting skirt walked up and smiled at Young Master Harry.
Harry gulped hard, reluctantly moved his gaze away from her voluptuous figure, then pretended to be a gentleman and stood up to grab his luggage and walk out.
But his steps were somewhat slow.
Fat Brother had no resistance whatsoever to mature beauties five or six years older than him…
Reluctantly, he moved toward the exit, suddenly feeling a vibration in his pocket.
He looked down to take out his Sky Communication; Mu Fan was requesting a communication.
So Fat Brother immediately connected.
This time it was the somewhat stiff “Mu Fan” voice speaking.
“Don’t hang up the Sky Communication; pretend you’re here for tourism.”
Fat Brother’s small eyes squinted. In an instant, he didn’t know what had happened, but with his cautious and timid nature, he already sensed something unusual.
So his acting skills soared under this enormous pressure, reaching the pinnacle of his life.
His face quickly morphed into a smile, “Yeah, I arrived. Don’t worry! This time I definitely have to hook up with a big-breasted girl.”
And what he heard was: [Use exit 11, don’t look around, act natural.]
So, with his acting at its peak, Young Master Harry walked down the interstellar cruise while being on the Sky Communication.
Among the other disembarking tourists behind him, a man wearing tinted sunglasses followed leisurely, keeping pace with him.
Inwardly a bit disparaging, this chubby guy sure seems like he’s here for fun.
But even so, the man needed to keep him under surveillance for 72 hours to ensure nothing was suspicious before he could leave.
“Hey, I heard the Space Port restaurant here is good, miss, could you show me the way?”
A pretty ground crew member politely pointed out the direction to Fat Brother.
Then Fat Brother broke away from the crowd excitedly, directly cutting through a mid-way passageway.
The ground crew explained that this was a shortcut to the restaurant.
Meanwhile, Black planned that this passageway covered at least seven areas without surveillance.
Fat Brother made a series of turns, listening to the guidance from the Sky Communication as he proceeded.
Then, under Mu Fan’s direction…
The Fat Brother, proud of his acting, really found a restaurant.
A delicate Western restaurant specializing in handcrafted beef burgers.
“Hey, I’ve reached the restaurant.”
Fat Brother was sweating profusely; where was the exciting counterattack plot?
Now that he really arrived, was the whole act just for a meal?
“Oh, then you can have a burger first. Their handcrafted beef burger has been awarded the 87th star’s culinary star for five consecutive years.”
With a beep, the Sky Communication disconnected.
Fat Brother, somewhat bewildered, patted his face, then looked at the various burger toppings and sat down in the restaurant, welcomed by a sweet and pretty waitress.
“Sir, what would you like to order…”
“I’ll have ten.” Fat Brother half-dazedly lifted his head and indicated five with his hand.
“…Oh, okay.” Whether the pretty girl understood it or not, she hurriedly fled in some confusion.
Meanwhile, the man with tinted sunglasses followed at a leisurely pace, as the Mechanical Ant on Fat Brother provided the best tracking signal.
However, just as he passed through an unsupervised corner, the tracking signal… suddenly disappeared.
Hmm?
The surprised tracker looked up in confusion.
What was going on?
Knock, knock~
Suddenly, someone gently tapped his shoulder.
As his body instinctively turned, his mind abruptly realized in shock.
How could someone appear behind him so quietly?
Just as his peripheral vision caught sight…
A hand gripped his neck, forcefully slamming him against the nearby metal wall.
Thud!
Mu Fan looked satisfied at the dazed tracker on the ground, bending down…