Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

Chapter 94: Chapter 4: Knock Them All Down

Editor: Noodletown Translations

Then the underling who had just been showing off suddenly saw a fist growing infinitely larger in his vision, and then everything went black as he crumpled to the ground.

Mu Fan punched the guy two meters away, he simply couldn’t hold back anymore! Finally, someone gave him a legitimate excuse to throw a punch.

“It’s on!” @@novelbin@@

“The fight’s broken out over there!”

The bar was in chaos.

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A group of underlings, seeing their companion being punched away, charged forward.

The fat brother shrunk into the couch with an “Ah,” wishing he could just enjoy some drinks and admire some beauties. Why did a fight have to break out as soon as he arrived on Purple Jade Star? Hopefully, the police wouldn’t come. There were only two days until the exams; he couldn’t afford any trouble.

The group paid no attention to the fat brother who was hiding in the couch; they all focused on Mu Fan who was standing there.

“Wait!” Raising a hand, Brother Long, in a purple shirt, looked at Mu Fan with a sinister gaze and said with a false smile, “It’s not too late to back out now, or else don’t think about leaving tonight.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear among the small gathering of people.

Mu Fan looked at the man with the O-shaped beard in front of him and slowly said, “Don’t back off, then you won’t back off.”

“Go!” As Mu Fan finished speaking, the faces of the people across all changed, realizing that things wouldn’t end well today. Poor little pretty boy.

Brother Long trusted his group of underlings. He had a physical level of 12, and his crew all had standards of 8 or 9. The strongest enforcer, Feng, was a level 13 black market fighter.

Everyone knew that the Kingfisher Bar in District D was Brother Long’s turf, and as for the forces behind him, no one dared to mess with them.

Mountain Mist Association was one of the top three underground organizations on Purple Jade Star. Brother Long was a fourth-rank deacon within the association, above him were third-rank deacons, second-rank secretaries, and first-rank mountain masters.

Mountain Mist Association monopolized almost the entire underground bar business on Purple Jade Star, including bars that weren’t strictly legitimate. Almost every bar connected to the dark side was under the association’s banner.

The association was also the second-largest shareholder in the underground fighting arenas on Purple Jade Star. The four mountain masters of the association were legendary figures, rarely seen, always wearing masks when they appeared. But with Lan Feng and Lan Shui, the two warrior-class mechas, and Empty Mountain and Volcano, two peak adventurer-class mechas, the association secured its top status.

Being a fourth-rank deacon within the association, if Brother Long was embarrassed by some Little Daisy on his own turf, he wouldn’t have a future in District D.

With a sinister look on his face, Brother Long stood in the shadows, watching his group of underlings charge forward.

Such a pity for such a handsome face, so ungrateful. Tsk tsk. Brother Long looked at Mu Fan with regret.

The three muscular dance men on the stage paid no attention to the commotion below. They had been here a long time, and chaos in the bar was a common occurrence.

The stage remained lively, and the dance men seemed to have found their excitement point. They moved even more vigorously to the beat of the music. The bearded dancer at the back occasionally flirted with the people below.

On stage, it was like a dance of demons, and below, chaos reigned. Some timid guests ran out, while others, relishing the spectacle, gathered to watch.

Mu Fan didn’t flinch as he watched six people swinging bottles and fists his way.

Too slow! Too slow! In Mu Fan’s eyes, these people were nothing compared to those Star Thieves. They lacked the bloody aura of true villains.

It was precisely these soft attacks that saved these people’s lives.

Just as their bottles and fists were about to hit Mu Fan, he moved.

Brother Long’s eyes narrowed because he suddenly realized they had encountered a tough opponent. Mu Fan’s sudden and fierce movements were beyond what any normal person could do.

Mu Fan’s body didn’t sway. His fists simply connected with their faces in an instant, with no unnecessary movements, one punch per person.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the handsome boy seemed to grow several hands that struck simultaneously, and in the next second, the minions were flying away with faces broken.

A clamor!

This was really heating up, and the scale of the fight escalated again. Some eager onlookers took out their Sky Communications to record secretly.

“Closing the bar, it would be best if everyone present doesn’t do anything to make me, misunderstood,” Brother Long coldly scanned the surroundings, causing those who were secretly recording to dare not move a muscle.

“Oh~ What a show of strength, Brother Long. Everyone’s here to have fun with mutual consent. Are you going to use force since the gentle approach isn’t working? I’m afraid it’s not that easy~ Haha.”

The fat brother curled up on the couch peeked out, nearly retching at the sight! A man in a pink shirt, tall and skinny with a snake-like waist, stood there with a flowered hand gesture! Damn sissy, why does a man dress so flamboyantly!

“Hmph, Bennett, you pathetic sissy better behave today. Don’t think you can strut in front of me just because you’re with the Bersa Party. Those in the flesh trade have no standing!” Brother Long recognized Bennett and mocked without mercy.

“You! Hmph! Big sister won’t stoop to your level. Go for it, little brother!” Bennett blew Mu Fan a kiss, making his stomach churn.

“Looks like you’re really a tough one, Long Qi, you’re up,” Seeing his minions knocked out in an instant, Brother Long wasn’t too worried. He nodded at a man with bandages wrapped around his hands and a buzz cut.

The scars on this man’s face and his massive shoulder muscles made the spectators instinctively keep their distance. This guy was definitely an underground fighter!

The man named Long Qi, with his buzz cut revealing gray scalp, came out from the back with a fierce look in his eyes, walking toward Mu Fan.

Mu Fan squinted his eyes, noticing this man had steady and powerful footsteps, always in a cautious stance, much stronger than the previous group.

But that was all; it didn’t create any sense of effective threat in his mind.

This indicated two possibilities, either this man was far beyond his understanding, or he wasn’t that formidable at all.

If he were a true expert, Mu Fan probably wouldn’t even be able to see through his footwork. He immediately discarded the first option in his mind, smiled, and figured it was the latter.

Long Qi suddenly sped up, turning his walk into a sprint, leaping forward with aggressive momentum, drawing back his right arm before fiercely smashing it down.

Brother Long smiled, for Long Qi was his reliable henchman, a promising talent he discovered among vagrants. After multiple fights in the underground fighting arena, he had become a ruthless expert. Ever since bringing Long Qi out, no one in the Kingfisher Bar area could suppress him.

The kid was hilarious, not even making a move, while Long Qi’s strike was either life-threatening or injurious, with a punching power of level 13! Do they know what that means?

That was a 1500 kg impact! If hit by such a punch, a person’s bones would shatter, no doubt.

Brother Long’s smile widened, and then he saw the kid finally make a move.

Right arm pulled back and struck, seemingly slow but actually fast, with an even and ordinary pace.

Crack!

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