Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

Chapter 446: Chapter 221: Three-color Relic!

(Today’s two chapters are both 3000 words, a temporary change for one day.)

It had to be said, Mu Fan’s ragged appearance combined with his previous pondering over matters he shouldn’t have, led to a facial expression reminiscent of a big fool, which instantly drew numerous gazes!

After all, this was the VIP lounge of the Construction Commercial Bank on Blue Capital Star, where visitors were either rich or noble.

The uniformed beauty walking ahead, completely indifferent to the stares, even occasionally turned her head to flash a sweet smile, which confounded the onlooking crowd.

This kind of character could pick up girls?

If so, then wild boars might as well be able to fly.

The female receptionist in uniform, leading the way, didn’t care about the stares of the customers; the more the better, for this was a chance for a sparrow to transform into a phoenix.

Even a fleeting romantic fling would be a win for her, especially since this young man in front of her had striking features and a well-proportioned body—she was definitely not at a loss!

With a swaying stride, the female receptionist led Mu Fan to a soft genuine leather sofa, then bowed gently and said, “Please wait a moment, Mr. Hei Fan, I will go call the major accounts manager right away.”

As she bowed, she purposefully exposed a glimpse of her cleavage.

However, it was quite clear that she continued to be ignored by Mu Fan, who still looked like a fool.

He was tensed all over, clearly not used to being stared at collectively by a group of smartly dressed individuals, so he kept his eyes down, acting dumb.

Soon, the uniformed female receptionist returned, followed by a woman who looked quite capable and hurried over.

“Mr. Hei Fan, if you need anything at all, please call on me, you can call me Irene,” she said, stretching out her hand with a smile on her face, once again revealing a hint of allure at her chest.

Mu Fan politely thanked her, then reached out his hand.

When their palms met, Irene’s little finger brushed towards the center of Mu Fan’s palm.

Inconspicuously, a miraculous scene unfolded—Mu Fan’s palm suddenly bowed in a weird arc, and Irene’s little finger just brushed past a centimeter away from its center.