Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 434 - 209 Lamp Coffee (3rd Update)

As his voice lingered in the air, the violent figure had already dashed twenty meters away, Mu Fan expressed his gratitude to the person who had made way, without noticing her appearance, only aware it was a female due to the soft voice echoing in his ears.

“You’re welcome.”

Unperturbed, like rain nourishing all things.

A girl with strength!

That was the impression left on Mu Fan by the figure he hadn’t noticed before.

And Youshi Wang, watching the wolf-like figure dash away,

Who was this person?

The brief moment they crossed paths, those shiny black eyes, indifferent and profound, left a deep impression on her.

And those few heavy steps as they crossed.

Such heavy footsteps, such strong explosive power.

A stranger’s face.

Has another strong contender appeared in the academy?

Youshi Wang stood for a moment and then continued towards the Swordsmanship Club, unaware that her serene, independent presence had captured the hearts of many boys.

This incident didn’t affect Mu Fan in the slightest; his frantic running even attracted some instructors’ attention.

Because… he was incredibly fast!

All obstacles before him were surmounted with a near-terrifying physical ability, and apart from some tall buildings that were avoided, Black’s planned route disregarded everything else.

Thus, under the astonished gazes of these people, Mu Fan was like a wild cheetah, moving forward, ever forward!

Mu Fan ignored these people, focusing ahead, feeling the air rushing by, and finally spoke: “Can you access the surveillance data?”

“Accessed it. A chubby man and a female companion entered first, followed by five people, around twenty years old, the chubby guy was stepped on the ground. This data is from five minutes ago, the surveillance has been manually disabled.”

A female companion?

How could the chubby man possibly have a female companion?

Mu Fan immediately focused on this vital information, and the fact that the surveillance was manually turned off suggested this wasn’t a simple matter, likely premeditated.

Human nature is inherently evil, and Mu Fan, who grew up cautious, always tends to consider things from the worst perspective.

A gust of wind swept by; Mu Fan didn’t stop for a moment as he burst out of the academy, transforming into a bluish-gray streak of lightning, running wildly in the streets. Floating cars moving slowly were startled by a whooshing shadow passing by, only to be stunned to find it was actually a living person running!

Harry, hold on.

The young man silently prayed in his heart.

…

In District F, a street corner in a utopia for literature and romance, there was a coffee shop enveloped in flowers and numerous potted succulents.

Lamp Coffee was adorned with various lamps collected from multiple planets, blending antique with modern, hanging from walls and the ceiling, paired with wooden floors and furniture. The craftsmanship of the delicate pastries created an intoxicatingly artistic atmosphere that many young women chose to enjoy their rich coffee in during the afternoon or evening.

It wasn’t about mainstream fashion, yet it was never out of style.

As a standout café on the utopia street for small capital, the ambiance was completely ruined that noon.

The customers upstairs and downstairs had all been scared away.

A man in a suit holding a baseball bat stood by the cashier’s counter, resting one end of the bat on the bar, while two trembling girls inside didn’t dare move an inch.

Because just moments before, they had seen this man smash a thick, solid wood counter with one kick.

The plump guy was slapped to the ground by what seemed to be the leader, a young man with a buzz cut, who then stepped on his face, pinning him down.

The frightened female companion beside him had scrambled under another table, only to be dragged out too. Her fate was much better than the plump guy’s, as she merely hid trembling in a corner, far from the misery the other experienced.

This group didn’t care at all if anybody called the police; the staff realized after calling that nothing further was being done once the station acknowledged the report.

It had been over ten minutes now, and no police had arrived.

The man with the baseball bat walked over to the counter and simply threw a card onto it.

“Here’s for damages. Take it and don’t do anything else that might cause misunderstandings, or else, honey, I can’t guarantee your safety,” he said, his bat tapping leisurely on the counter.

The two female employees dared not do anything but watch helplessly from a corner as everything played out in the café.

For many years, Lamp Coffee had never witnessed a scene that you would only expect at a bar.

A group of small capitalists was completely baffled.

Ten minutes earlier.

When the plump guy saw the five men walking directly toward them, he sensed trouble and quickly grabbed the innocent girl he had just met two days before and ran upstairs.

After three failed attempts to call Mu Fan on Sky Communication and managing less than a sentence with William, they were dragged back downstairs by the pursuers.

The lead buzz cut young man first punched the plump guy to the ground, then kicked him repeatedly.

Not until he had kicked the man in the suit until he was spitting blood did he squat down with a sinister grin to look at the immobilized Harry.

“You’ve got some nerve, hitting on our boss’s girl.”

Harry’s eyes were swollen to mere slits. He looked at the trembling girl holding her head, spat out a mouthful of blood and saliva, and said, “What do you care?”

“F***!”

With a bang, another kick sent the plump guy flying five meters away, eliciting another shriek from the nearby girl.

The buzz cut young man then stepped on Harry’s fleshy face on the ground, producing a creaking sound.

“Plump guy, how do you propose we settle this? Look at the damage you’ve caused, how much should you pay?”

A smile not quite a smile, his face full of sadistic pleasure.

The plump guy spat out another mouthful of blood and kept quiet; these guys had hit him so hard without asking any questions, he wouldn’t easily give them an answer.

“Plump guy, don’t play dead, talk to me.”

A thud of a kick hit his midsection, the plump guy twitched but didn’t utter a sound.

Another kick followed, still no response.

“Brother Xin, what do we do?” another guy wearing a hip-hop jacket asked the buzz cut youth.

Perhaps afraid that he might accidentally kill the plump guy under his foot, Brother Xin withdrew his foot and said indifferently, “Beat him slowly until he talks. Whether he offers to pay or calls for help, anything is fine.”

“Yes, Brother Xin!”

A barrage of ruthless punches followed, and muffled groans began to resonate from the plump guy’s chest.