I'll Take Care Of Things Othors Don't Dare To Do
"Which floor is Young Master Wen on?" Mu Fan continued to ask calmly.
"Third, third floor, advanced VIP room," stammered the man on the floor.
"What number?" Mu Fan looked up slightly and squinted at the third floor.
"Number One, but he is not here now. You have to ask the boss." The man on the floor had lost his temper. He was more ruthless than he was when dealing with people who liked to play rough.
"Thank you." Mu Fan looked away, lowered his head, and replied politely, stunning the trembling man.
Then he turned around and walked toward the entrance of the floating staircase at a steady pace.
The Ordinary Student Area next door was dumbfounded. They did not know that there was such a fierce person in the dojo. Although they did not know the details, they could see that this boy had a deep relationship with the sparring partner who was said to have been beaten up. It seemed that he was preparing to get back at them. There would be a good show!
"So stylish!" The female students, who came to the gym, were stunned when they saw Mu Fan walk away without hesitation. They all asked who is this domineering sparring partner.
He would repay the favor!
They had only known each other for two days, but they could spend a lifetime together.
Under this starry sky, Mu Fan disrespected the strong and the rich! It was Mu Fan's belief to walk his own path and do what he wanted to do!
The scene from the day before yesterday emerged in Mu Fan's mind.
The man in black looked at him and smiled. "My name is Man Kun. Good luck."
"Come over after lunch. Don't be late."
Words had a strange power. Sometimes feelings were hidden in them, and they could only be discovered by careful tasting. However, Mu Fan was unlucky. The cruel reality of the dojo was right in front of him.
"I'll go and ask someone about it first. Don't worry, if anything happens, I'll get it back for you."
What they don't dare to do, I will do!
I'll mess with whoever they don't dare to mess with!
I'll get back at you for what you lost!
He would spit out all the dignity he had taken!
Mu Fan's body emanated an indescribable aura. He stepped into the suspended staircase and closed the door…
The blue light representing the fourth floor shone.
…
Chanison's short frame sank into the wide leather seat, and he tore open a box of cigars that had just been smuggled in. They were not as good as the ones from the upper class like the mayor, but for the commoners they were rare.
He sniffed hard and showed a satisfied expression. His left hand picked up an exquisite cigar holder with a half-naked woman on the table in front of him, put the thumb and middle finger of his right hand in her, and then elegantly took the cigar.
He lit it, inhaled deeply, and sat there, mesmerized.
"Tsk, tsk. The stuff that Young Master Wen's fingers left out is enough for me to drink. It is indeed good stuff. I don't know which high incense stick I burned, but Young Master Wen chose this place as the nearest relaxation area. Could it be that the military academy's enrollment is about to begin?" Exhaling a circle of smoke, Chanison leaned his head on the back of the chair and grinned.
"Poor Man Kun. You are an old man in the dojo, but you have no choice. Young Master Wen feels that you can fight, so you can only fight. As long as you can get in touch with Young Master Wen, there is no shortage of people."
"Well, I'll have to think about it and continue to hire more people. I'll bring two of the old foxes up first."
he scratched his chin with his little finger and thought for a while. Then he said to himself, "This way, Man Kun… Let's go home. Who's going to play next? Young Master Wen, you have to leave some people for me. Otherwise, I won't be able to answer to my boss."
When Chanison was talking to himself, there was a knock on the solid wood door.
"Come in." Chanison leaned on his head without moving.
The door opened with a squeak and Mu Fan walked in.
"Oh, the boy who came the day before yesterday. Your name is… What was it again? I remember it was Man Kun who brought you here. What's the matter?"
"My name is Mu Fan. I'm here to ask Man Kun."
Chanison's face hardened. "What do you want to ask?"
"I want to see him," said Mu Fan calmly.
Chanison's facial expression relaxed a little. "Well, he is the one who brought you here, after all. It is only right for you to take a look. He is at his clinic, 117 East Street. You can go and take a look. Is there anything else? If not, you can leave."
Mu Fan nodded. "Yes, and I want to be Young Master Wen's sparring partner."
Chanison's face darkened. He moved his head away from the back of the chair and stared at Mu Fan. His tone was full of warning. "Boy, this is a dojo. You are sparring partners. you are only ment to defend and take hits not fightback."
Mu Fan said calmly, "I won't fight back. I'm just a sparring partner."
The short supervisor, whose eyes were still on Mu Fan, said slowly, "Young Master Wen, he is a VIP. Neither you nor I can afford to offend him. If you don't want to work, you can leave."
Mu Fan stared at him for a while without fear on his face. He nodded and said, "I see. I'll go and see Man Kun." Then he turned to leave without waiting for Chanison to speak.
Chanison looked at Mu Fan's back with cold eyes. When the door opened, Mu Fan tilted her head slightly and said, "Mr. Chanel, if Young Master Wen still needs a sparring partner and no one from the dojo willing to go, call me."
The wooden door closed gently.
Inside the house, Chanison's volatile face was visible through the smoke. The smell of the cigar annoyed him at the moment.
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It was noon. Mu Fan went straight to the first floor when he came out of Chanison's office.
When it was time for dinner, Mu Fan quietly walked to the canteen. Because of the scene at the training ground, some people subconsciously avoided him. This boy was a beast in human form.
"Ten boxes." Mu Fan walked straight to the window when he saw that no one was going to collect the food.
"Hold it." He handed a tall stack of lunch boxes to Mu Fan.
Sitting there, Mu Fan finished each box in four bites. Soon, their was a tower of empty lunchboxes.
A strong arm appeared in front of Mu Fan.
Muffan looked up and said with mouthfull of food 'Jerv.'
Jelf grinned with five boxes of nutritious food in his arms.
"Boy, I heard what happened just now. I think you went to look for Mr. Chani, but Chani just notified me that I will go in the afternoon. So, you don't have a chance in the afternoon."
Jelf's words were not flattering, but Mu Fan could hear the meaning in his tone.
Don't go into the muddy water. It's not your turn yet.
Mu Fan nodded in his heart.
"Okay." Mu Fan did not say anything else.
Jeff patted him on the shoulder and went to the back to chat with a group of people.
Mu Fan quickly finished his lunch, wiped his mouth, and went out.
The restaurant behind them was still bustling with noise and excitement…
Mu Fan walked out of the dojo with his back bare without changing.
"117 East Street Borough." Mu Fan repeated the address in his mind and soon entered the clinic.
"Hello, is there anything I can do for you?" asked a young lady in a medical gown at the reception.
"I am here to see Mr. Mankun. He is here."
"Oh, wait a minute. I'll check for you. Oh, I got it. Room 11, please turn right and go straight to room 5."
Mu Fan followed the directions and went in. He saw Man Kun sitting on the bed.
"Mu Fan, boy?" Man Kun was a little surprised when he saw that Mu Fan was the one who pushed the door open. He then smiled wryly. "Even you know…"
Mu Fan looked at the face of the once hearty burly man. His left leg was covered in a thick cast, and he could only smile bitterly as he lay in bed.
"I heard them, so I came to see you." Concern flashed in Mu Fan's bright eyes.
Man Kun's heart warmed. After working in the dojo for three years, he had seen all kinds of people from the bottom to the official staff. He did not expect that the last person to come and see him was this boy he had known for only two days.
"My leg is broken. I have received preliminary treatment. I will be fine after resting for a while." Man Kun did not wait for Mu Fan to ask more and took the initiative to speak. Then, he forced a smile and said, "The dojo will give me a compensation for the disability. I am an old man, after all. It should not be a small sum. Hahaha…"
Mu Fan interrupted him directly. "Chanison and I have applied to be Young Master Wen's sparring partner."
"Haha… What?! You can't be a sparring partner!" Man Kun stopped laughing halfway and His fingers unconsciously grabbed Mu Fan's arm.
"No way! That is Young Master Wen. The compensation given by the dojo is enough for me to spend some time. Don't go. You can't mess with him!" Man Kun did not expect that this boy would dare to say such words. The burly man's eyes were wet. Some people who had known each other for ten years were now worse than strangers and the boy whom he met by chance cares for him like a friend. No matter what, he could not let this kid hurt himself.
"Chanison refused, but I still have to go." Mu Fan seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"Young Master Wen is preparing for the selection of the military academy. He is the only son of the second councilor of the Luo Jia Planet! None of us can afford to offend him!" Seeing Mu Fan's determined attitude, Man Kun was even more worried.
"I won't mess with them. I'm just going to be a sparring partner. Jelf is going in the afternoon. But I have a feeling… Chanison will arrange him for me." When Mu Fan saw Chanison's expression earlier, he had a feeling that he would be on it soon.
"You!… Young Master Wen's physique is at least level-15! How are you going to fight him?! Jerv is in danger too!" Man Kun panicked.
"It's okay. I'll protect myself," comforted Mu Fan.
In a hurry, Man Kun spoke as fast as he could. "Young Master Wen is satisfied. The dojo is satisfied. If Young Master Wen is not satisfied, you and I will be in trouble! Listen to me. Don't go. He was too heavy-handed!" Man Kun looked at his broken leg, and pain flashed in his eyes.
Mu Fan smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Mr. Mankun, rest well. I believe Young Master Wen will be satisfied." He looked firmly into Mankun's eyes. "Please believe me too. I'm leaving. I have a sparring partner in the afternoon."
Mu Fan pressed on Man Kun, who wanted to get up, with both hands. A force that could not be resisted came from the thin body and firmly pressed Man Kun on the bed. Then, without waiting for Man Kun to speak, he waved and walked out of the ward.
Tears welled up in Man Kun's eyes as he watched Mu Fan leave.
After closing the door, Mu Fan's smile disappeared.
what rights those nobles have to humilate commoners.
If he didn't even dare to do fight such a thing, how was he supposed to go higher in future?