Chapter 988: Chapter 761: Let’s Do This Job
“Tea house, tea house… Brother needs to digest.”
This was the first time the fatty completed a task independently, and after experiencing the scene at the handmade beef burger shop, the initial excitement of the fatty was long gone.
The sweat-drenched fatty wished he could drink a bucket of water; this task was not meant for ordinary people.
So when the fatty saw Mu Fan holding a cup of tea and smiling at him from the other side, his eyes filled with tears, and he started charging from a hundred meters away.
Like a running wild boar!
Then, with a long tremor in his voice, “Bro~~~”
He suddenly knelt down, sliding a few meters on the marble floor, trying to grab Mu Fan’s leg.
Just as his big fat face was about to stick to the leg, Mu Fan stretched out his left hand and blocked the fatty with a *snap*.
“Let me drink some water!”
The fatty struggled to turn his squished face towards him.
“Get up first.” Mu Fan only felt that the fatty’s big face erupted with astonishing strength at that moment, such persistence.
“I want water~~~”
“Get up and drink!”
“No, I want to drink now, kneeling!” The fatty’s momentum was earth-shattering, enough to make ghosts and gods weep.
The surrounding visitors quietly sipping tea suddenly felt their skin tingle, looking at the fatty with shocked eyes.
What a fierce fatty!
Mu Fan felt his scalp going numb; how did Harry become as shameless as White Hair, he flipped backward from his original position and withdrew.
Then…
The fat brother lay on the bench, hugging the teapot, pouring it into his mouth.
“Even though I didn’t see any hair, it was damn satisfying…”
The forlorn sigh left the listeners around inexplicably feeling sad; this was a fatty with stories.
Mu Fan wore the expression of a scapegoat, watching the fatty with a trend towards a strike gulping down water.
“Safe?”
“Safe.”
After Mu Fan and Black conversed, they cautiously watched the fatty.
“Harry, we…”
“Ugh.” The fatty belched and dry-heaved, quickly pressing his belly.
“What is this…”
“Ugh.”
This belch came from his nose, and the fatty was sure it was the taste of beef, an eye-watering beef odor.
“You’d better keep drinking water,” Mu Fan gave up on communication.
The fatty nodded vigorously, struggling to speak: “Okay… ugh.”
Mu Fan looked pensively at the sun umbrella.
Black watched the replay of a bikini contest in the virtual space, also pensively.
The surrounding travelers quietly went to pay their bills.
Thirty minutes later, White Hair appeared almost screeching ‘I’m the handsomest’ written on his face, at once spotting the fatty sitting on the ground like a nuclear landmine.
“What’s happened here? Someone stole the Chrysanthemum Shield?”
White Hair pursed his lips, about to sit with the fatty.
“Screw you… hiccup.” The fatty’s face flushed red just as he was about to speak, emitting a beef-smelling poison gas bomb.
“Damn!” White Hair jumped up like a spring and glanced at Mu Fan with lingering fear, “What’s up with the fatty?”
The mixed smells in his nostrils made White Hair feel the world darkened.
“We… maybe he overate.” Mu Fan awkwardly scratched his nose. He merely asked the fatty to sit in that restaurant; who would’ve thought the fatty would eat ten triple-layer beef burgers, each layer made from properly tenderized cooked beef.
In other words, the fatty consumed at least 5 kilos of beef, not to mention the unknown amounts of salad dressing and vegetables.
As for water… two buckets, probably.
“You biological weapon, don’t talk to me now, wait a moment.” Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a gas mask, wore it, then patted the fatty on the shoulder once sitting down again.
“No worries, if the Chrysanthemum is gone, I’ll get you another one.”
“Get lost!”
This time, the fatty didn’t burp but instead spewed beef everywhere, thoroughly covering the gas mask.
“Oh, shit!!” White Hair finally burst out a curse.
The Dingchuan Cannon King, legendary playboy, Federation’s most handsome sun, the future star of the Yin family, encountered the most terrifying biochemical attack of his life.
The handsome Yin’s entire body hair stood on end, pulling the gas mask off and tossing it at the fatty’s face, before sprinting next to Mu Fan, still shaken.
The fatty looked satisfied at the sunshade, murmuring to himself after relieving his abdomen pressure, “Feels great…”
“Pervert!” White Hair cursed fiercely.
Mu Fan quietly nodded.
Then, ten minutes later, the tea house manager came out nervously with sweat all over, almost kneeling before the fatty.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our tea… really isn’t poisoned; how about I take you to the hospital?”
The fatty looked comfortably at the sky, waving his hand nonchalantly.
…
An hour later, dressed in a new outfit, the fatty sat on a circular sofa, looking transcendent.
The fatty in a large white robe, if it weren’t for his overly young round face, could easily be mistaken for a religious guru from some distant part of the galaxy.
Mu Fan and White Hair sat across from the fatty knowingly.
The three stared big eyes to small eyes.
“What are we doing this time? Is a single auction dramatic enough?”
Suddenly, White Hair asked about something crucial.
Then the fatty’s eyes moved before suddenly popping open.
A look of sudden realization, a lingering gaze at Mu Fan.
“Why is someone tracking me? Why make me eat beef burgers?”
Going to such a distant planet, and what’s that Yunmei Star, never heard of it.
After the impulsiveness and excitement calmed down, the fatty’s mind also cooled down, and the last sentence was his personal addition.
Mu Fan cleared his throat, automatically filtering the fatty’s latter half of the question, and said in a deep voice, “I want to craft a weapon; that auction has a core item I must acquire.”
“A mecha?”
“No, I haven’t seen it, but it’s very important to me.” Mu Fan shook his head, not revealing the specific reason.
After all, the secrets of Black and Instructor Mohandas must not be disclosed.
“Alright, no need to say more, once we get it ready, are we going for it?”
White Hair said grandiosely, after all, he is the Federation’s handsomest sun, the great Dingchuan Cannon King, a worldwide stunning sharpshooter, the bull among handsome bulls…
Mu Fan thought for a moment, nodding, “Once we secure it, I’ll track down the Blood Teeth Team.”
In the indifferent tone was an underlying chilling murder intent.
The fatty touched his head with a white cloth, and meeting White Hair’s gaze, both their eyes ignited with a flame, “This job, let’s do it.”
White Hair unconsciously tapped on the sofa armrest, carefully savoring Mu Fan’s words, in a long thought, murmured:
“The Hinchlo Business Alliance… all they have there is… money, recalling those past events sure is nostalgic.”
“I really don’t want to see them again, yet I somehow do want to see them again.”
Mu Fan looked at him.
“Who?”
“Some buddies from Hinchlo, all in the past now,” White Hair smiled, “There’s a mixed crowd there, we’d better be cautious about some things.”