Chapter 22 Thousand Fierce Rain

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Inside the room, Mu Fan had already finished the second round of twenty luxury meals and had no idea what kind of expression Sampuje had outside.

Anyway, Mu Fan let out a satisfied burp!

A 30,000 Star Coin lunch was simply... the epitome of indulgence. Perhaps Young Master Harry had never eaten like this in his life.

After Mu Fan had eaten his fill, he immediately put on his helmet, excited to report his newfound insights to the Fighter.

As he entered in a familiar way, Mu Fan saw the Fighter standing there, and he suddenly had the urge to step forward and ask.

Instructor, don't you need to eat?

The Fighter, pacing in the black shadows, saw Mu Fan and gave a sly smile from under his cloak, tossing a short stick, then spun the metal short stick in his hand violently toward him.

Mu Fan had just caught the short stick when he saw the weapon already swinging toward him, brutally leaving no room for retreat.