So What? (2)

Shi An looked in that direction and put up a good-natured, innocent smile. “Is this enough?”

Zhuo Fu came up to the microphone and stammered a little.historical

“Er.. e-excellent. It’s enough.. now try the training program that has been generated.”

He turned off the speaker and craned his head to look aside at Mu Heng, lamenting while lost in thought.

“Such a good seedling, excellent seedling.”

Zhuo Fu recalled the scene just now and couldn’t help smacking his lips. “It’s enough to become an official member of the Bureau.”

At this moment, Mu Heng had already gathered all the emotions he had shown for a moment and withdrew his palm pressing on the glass, calmly raising his eyes towards Zhuo Fu. “I want your prototype.”

Zhuo Fu: “.. Eh?”

Mu Heng said, “You can set the price.”

Zhuo Fu: “..”

The problem is not the price. It’s that I don’t want to sell it!

Mu Heng lowered his eyes and looked at the time.

“We should leave now.”

“Ah? Leaving now?”

Zhuo Fu was stunned. “Do you have to go to another place next?”

Mu Heng draped his jacket over his arm and said coldly, “Ability Academy.”

Zhuo Fu paused and asked tentatively, “.. Sending people?”

Mu Heng gave a “hm” and said, “I have a class.”

Zhuo Fu was now honestly shocked.

He knew that Mu Heng had become an honorary tutor of the Ability Academy, but he didn’t expect Mu Heng to go to class.

Although all instructors of the Ability Academy had course assignments, with Mu Heng’s status, no one could force him to go as long as he didn’t want to. The Ability Academy could barely rope him in, much less pester him about this matter.

The only person who could make Mu Heng go to class on his initiative was..

Zhuo Fu slowly turned his head and looked out the glass.

Zhuo Fu slowly frowned and looked to the side at Mu Heng.

Although he had teased Mu Heng about this matter more than once, his voice carried a rare hint of solemnity this time.

“It seems that he’s unordinary in your heart.”

Even.. might be more extraordinary than he had imagined.

But it was because of this that Zhuo Fu finally abandoned his usual frivolous attitude and he hesitated for a moment before saying, “Sir, do you still remember the words I told you last time?”

Mu Heng stood still and did not turn around.

His jet-black, upright back looked exceptionally calm and cold.

Zhuo Fu took a deep breath, weighed his words, and slowly spoke. “Although I’m not an expert in this aspect, I can see that.. Shi An’s feelings for you haven’t reached..”

Mu Heng tilted his head, his steel-blue icy eyes hidden under silver-white lashes as if they were the sharp edge of hardened snow.

His voice was indifferent.

“I know.”

He seemed to laugh silently. “So what?”

Zhuo Fu: “..”

He was speechless and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

The man before him retrieved his gaze and walked out the door at a steady pace.

Zhuo Fu was left standing dumbfounded.

It took a long time for Zhuo Fu to regain his senses as he slowly turned his head and looked out of the glass.

He saw the tall, silver-haired man walking toward the young man in the middle of the field.

He lowered his head, dropped his eyes, and said something to Shi An, then raised his hand, leaned down and gently brushed a smudge of dust and smoke off his opponent's cheek with his fingertips, and withdrew his hand without a trace before his opponent could felt uneasy.

The young man seemed used to this kind of affectionate behavior.

He smiled up at the man in front of him in confusion, not realizing how intimate it was.

Zhuo Fu: “..”

He had known Mu Heng for a long time, not only in the Bureau, but they also had a great family relationship in private.

It could be said that he and Mu Heng did not just work together but could even be called friends.

In the eyes of outsiders, Mu Heng paid little attention to the outside world, had no material desires, was disciplined and focused, highly efficient in battle, flawless, aloof and reserved, practically a flawless God-like figure, the perfect face of the Bureau, and the number one powerful man that everyone respected and feared.

However, no one knew the nature of this man better than Zhuo Fu.

Beneath that indifferent, almost divine appearance was someone who was obsessive, dangerous, and would do anything to get what he wanted.

Zhuo Fu looked at the backs of the two men and could not help but grimace.

Due to his superb research talent and impressive family, he had always been unafraid of the sky and the earth and the only one he was afraid of offending was Mu Heng.

But in reality..

What was worse than offending Mu Heng was to be on Mu Heng’s mind.

Although it is said that the first to fall in love would be the loser.

But this was not applicable in the case of Mu Heng.

He was a composed madman, a perfect hunter.

From the moment he identified his target, all the rules that once applied in front of him no longer applied and all the moral standards that should be followed would give way to the prey itself.

At one point, Mu Heng’s prey was only dragons.

But it was different now.

Now there was an additional Shi An.

He would never stop until he got his prey and he would plan calmly and thoughtfully, moving step by step toward it, even if he had to use all means to make it his own.

The word “defeat” did not exist for him.