Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Target: Purple Jade Star! (Third update presented)
Editor: Noodletown Translations
Mu Fan ran in a certain direction for a full forty minutes and finally saw the edge of the city. The metal tag on his chest, initially scorching hot, was now slightly warm, seemingly constantly pointing towards the direction of the Shura Mecha.
He touched the âFanâ character branded on his chest. Now, he no longer had to worry about finding his mecha. He had to contact Black as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be a real problem figuring out how to take this mecha away when he left.
A full hour later, Mu Fan finally returned to the entrance of the Fowen Manor and discovered that, surprisingly, it was the most intact building on Jiahe Avenue. Now, there were many people in military attire participating in the rescue efforts at the entrance.
When Mu Fan got closer, he overheard two people clearing debris while whispering.
âDid you hear? That kid Marcus actually didnât die!â
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âWho? Who is Marcus?â
âYou donât know? Itâs the mecha that took down fourteen Reapers. In the end, wasnât it blown apart by the Star Thiefâs Thunder Slash?â
âI know about that event, a Warrior-class mecha! Iâve never seen a real one before. Can someone actually survive after a direct hit?â
âExactly, even the Major led the Fourth Guard in salute. It is even said that the government wants to award him the Federation Flamingo Medal!â
âFlamingo! Thatâs the highest-ranking medal among soldiers! I havenât heard of anyone on Loga Star having one!â
âRight! And you know whatâs impressive? During the rescue, the government team found the remains of that RX-16, with an escape pod nearby. The top of the escape pod was completely gone! But that Marcus kid is unbelievably lucky. He didnât die and was found comatose inside.â
âWow!â The companion exclaimed over Marcusâs luck, âMarcus is going to hit it big now!â
âAh, donât envy him. He played with his life to achieve that. I wouldnât be able to take down fourteen Reapers, probably not even one.â
âLetâs just move these rocks carefully, so we donât crush our feet.ââŠ
Hearing their conversation, Mu Fan suddenly remembered. Wasnât Marcus the original mechanical master whom he knocked out and threw into the escape pod? Had it not been for their dialogue, he might have forgotten. Fortunately, he didnât die. Feeling a wave of guilt, Mu Fan scratched his head.
In the city, surrounded by a group of senior military officers expressing concern for his well-being, Marcus wore a bewildered expression, looking around before suddenly sneezing and continuing to be at a loss. What on earth was happening? Why did it feel like the entire world had changed after he blacked out and woke up?
Suddenly, someone noticed Mu Fan awkwardly standing and scratching his head in the street. A soldier came over and pointed not far away, saying, âAre you okay? Thereâs a refugee shelter over there where you can rest for a while.â
Mu Fanâs current ragged clothes made him look worse than a refugee. There wasnât a single intact piece of fabric on him.
He quickly thanked the soldier and said, âIâm here to find someone, a friend of mine is inside,â pointing to the 4th Manor behind the soldier.
The soldier quickly stepped aside. The 4th Manor was the most intact place on this street. A mere thought could guess the terrifying power of the Fowen Consortium, which everyone previously underestimated.
Mu Fan followed the path from last night into the manor and hadnât walked far when he faintly heard laughter.
How could Gaoling Sen not be happy? Surviving near-death was an unbelievable fortune, and being able to stand securely on this land again was the most beautiful thing.
Wayne was busy dealing with other matters, apparently contacting people to search for that Mu Fan kid.
Servants busily passed by, all detouring around the man laughing unrestrainedly on the lawn, for he was a distinguished guest from afar, whom even the family head dared not neglect.
Beside him stood a gentle and quiet girl, looking helplessly at her father with her back to the door.
âWhere is Harry?â
Gaoling Sen, still immersed in his exuberance, said off-handedly, âI donât know, probably went with Wayne to find someone.â
Then his voice suddenly stopped as he turned slowly, seeing Mu Fan standing there in tattered clothes, looking at him expectantly with wide eyes!
âMu Fan!â
âMu Fan?â Shelly turned promptly upon hearing her fatherâs exclamation.
The person Wayne and his son were searching for was right in front of them! Thank goodness, they were all still alive! Though Shelly saw the ragged clothes and various injuries all over Mu Fan, seeing him standing there safe and sound, there was nothing better than surviving well!
Shellyâs smile blossomed, her eyes curving into crescents.
Suddenly seeing the girl in front of him smile brightly, Mu Fan somewhat apologized, ignoring Gaoling Sen utterly, as he spoke, âIâm so glad youâre alright. By the way, could you tell me where Harry is?â
Seeing the kid glance at him once and then focus entirely on his precious daughter, Gaoling Sen felt a surge of fury, but remembering his status, he refrained from arguing with a youth, letting out a cold huff, standing displeased with his arms crossed.
âCousin Harry went searching for you! He said he couldnât reach you at all. Wait a moment, Iâll call him,â Shelly took out her Sky Communication device, and soon connected to the plump voice.
âWhat is it?â The plump man inquired with anxiety, not having time for idle chatter now.
âMu Fan is here,â Shelly handed the elegant, milky-white Sky Communication to Mu Fan, disregarding Gaoling Senâs unpleasant expression.
âItâs me, Mu Fan!â said a familiar voice, causing the plump man to choke back tears momentarily.
Listening to his excited voice, a warmth surged within Mu Fanâs heart; he had a true friend on this planet.
âMu Fan! Where did you go? Why have we been unable to reach you?â The plump manâs voice trembled, a barrage of questions causing Shellyâs eyes to shine brightly as she watched him.
âI happened to encounter the Star Thieves detonating bombs. I donât know where it went after the melee with them. I was knocked unconscious by the mechaâs appearance. After waking up, I thought of finding you.â Mu Fanâs words were half-truths, making it difficult for others to question them. He had to hide the fact that he piloted the RX-16 and the subsequent Shura Mecha.
If there was anyone who truly knew Mu Fan, it had to be the plump man. He believed only half of Mu Fanâs story, suspecting there were things he couldnât say through Sky Communication, prompting him immediately to say, âAlright, Mu Fan, quickly come to the VIP hall. My father wants to thank you for some good news!â
âWhat good news?â
âThe Federation examination!â Finally, it arrived! As the plump man uttered those four words, Mu Fanâs hand clenched instantly, his previous efforts not in vain, leading up to today!
To leave Loga Star and experience the long-desired life! Mu Fanâs eyes were filled with yearning.
âAlright, Iâll find you!â
Mu Fan returned the Sky Communication to Shelly, nodding in gratitude before dashing into the hall.
Shelly watched Mu Fanâs retreating figure with envy; this must be what genuine friendship was.
No one noticed that after Mu Fan hung up the Sky Communication, a hidden camera flashed briefly before fixating on the spot where his figure disappeared.
âMu Fan, itâs wonderful youâre not dead, sob, you didnât know this master nearly self-destructed, huh?â Having finally tracked Mu Fanâs presence, Black had its first joyful outburst in the network.
Self-dissolution terminated.
These few hours felt like half a century to it.
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PS: Thanks to the book friend âGu and Zhuâ for the 1888Ă2+588Ă4+10 reward points!
Thanks to the book friends âQian Chen Yue Xieâ and âDying While Sittingâ for the 100 points reward! Thanks to the book friends âUnder the Green Tiger Mountainâ and âPurple Night Thunderstormâ for the 10 points reward!
Also PS: Todayâs additional update provides the final chapter of the first volume. Tomorrow will open the new chapter of the second volume! New friends âGu and Zhu,â come letâs chat about home and all, but please stop urging the author this way; my wife is about to give birth, and departing songs need to pile up a few chapters to ensure updates during childbirthâŠ
Plus, I suddenly want to write out a White River Sorrow, what should I do? Will anyone stop me? The Qilin Arm is really about to act up!