Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

Several men blocked the alley entrance, their weapons reflecting the dim light.

Yang Han glanced at it.

There was no fluctuation of star source power on his body; at most, he was just an ordinary person at the peak of the Transcendent Realm.

Just two weeks ago, this was someone he looked up to. Now?

Yang Han crossed his arms and leaned his shoulders against the wall, his posture relaxed and casual.

"Are you sure you want to do it here?"

The voice came from behind the mask, neither loud nor soft, and even a little bored.

The woman's gaze changed.

She'd seen people putting on a brave face, seen people faking it, but this kind of relaxed feeling that comes from the core can't be faked. When a truly vulnerable person is surrounded, their body tenses up involuntarily.

This is the experience she gained from six years in the black market.

The person in front of me is too relaxed.

She raised her hand, signaling the person behind her not to make any rash moves, and her tone changed from sharp to probing: "Young man, don't misunderstand, I have no choice."

"Every day, people come to this alley to try and get information out of us. It's the Zhang family, the Li family, and the Demon Thieves' Sect, they take turns." She gave a bitter smile. "Last month, a spy sent out a false message, and the next day, the people from that shop disappeared. I can't afford to offend any of those three families. If you're from any of them, I'll admit defeat today, but you have to give me a straight answer: we really don't have any mutation potions here. We've never even seen one."

All three companies are keeping a close eye on news about the mutant drug.

interesting.

Yang Han shrugged and said casually, "I'm nobody. I just broke through to the Meridian Opening Realm. I heard people talking about mutated potions outside, and I just asked because I thought it was interesting."

One sentence is half true and half false.

The alluring woman sized him up, her gaze lingering on his figure for a couple of seconds. He seemed quite young, not particularly muscular; if he were at the Meridian Opening Realm, this was someone not to be trifled with.

Just as she was about to speak, a bald thug behind her suddenly stepped forward.

"The Meridian Opening Realm?" The bald man flexed his wrist and grinned. "Then we'll find out by testing it."

Before the words were even finished, the fist had already been thrown.

The full-force strike from a peak Transcendent Realm cultivator, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, aimed straight at Yang Han's chest. The speed was impressive, and the power was formidable; if one weren't a cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm, this punch would be difficult to withstand.

Yang Han did not move.

It's not that I didn't have time to react, it's that I was too lazy to move.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed solidly into his chest.

then.

"Click."

A crisp sound.

The bald man's expression shifted from a sneer to astonishment, then to a grimace. His wrist twisted at an odd angle, the sound of bones dislocating ringing out clearly in the quiet alley.

Yang Han looked down at his chest.

The black robe was perfectly smooth, without a single wrinkle.

He looked up, his tone flat: "Finished the test?"

No one dared to make a sound in the alley.

The other thugs' hands, gripping their weapons, froze in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat. A full-force punch from a peak Transcendent Realm expert struck their opponent as if hitting an iron wall.

Is this the early stage of meridian opening?

The woman's face drained of most of its color. Reacting swiftly, she grabbed the bald man and pulled him back, while waving to the others, "Everyone, step back! Step back!"

The thugs, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, quickly retreated to the alleyway while carrying the bald man.

The woman composed herself, and when she spoke again, her expression was completely different; she smiled and said:

"Sir, I misjudged you." She lowered her voice. "My name is Liu Qiniang. I'm just an ordinary person who makes a living by helping others deal with things of dubious origin. Please be magnanimous and calm down."

Yang Han remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Liu Qiniang gritted her teeth, as if she had made a decision: "I can tell you about the mutation potion, but I won't say these words after we leave this alley."

Yang Han nodded; he also wanted to know what had happened since the last time.

"That batch of medicine was an experimental product developed by the Zhang family. It was stolen before it was even perfected." Liu Qiniang's voice was extremely low. "The thieves were from the Demon Thieves Sect, but the Li family was the one who ordered them to do it."

"The Li family?"

"The third-rate family in the Holy City is also in the business of developing and utilizing Star Source. They have a branch in the Northwest Base City called Li's Star Source Technology Co., Ltd., but now the Zhang family has overshadowed them."

Liu Qiniang said, "They have been secretly manipulating the Demon Thieves' Sect, trying to obtain the core formula that can trigger mutations. Once they perfect this formula, it will be a bargaining chip for the Li family branch to turn things around."

The puzzle in Yang Han's mind gradually came together.

The potion was a test product of the Zhang family. Last time, the Demon Thieves took a job from the Li family and stole a talent potion with the help of an insider, but the plan was exposed and failed. This time, they simply robbed it by force!

"What's the situation now?"

"The Zhang family was furious and hunted down the members of the Demon Thieves' Sect everywhere, turning their distribution center upside down." Liu Qiniang shook her head. "The Li family is also looking for the Demon Thieves' Sect, wanting to get their hands on the goods."

She glanced at Yang Han meaningfully: "So you understand now? Mentioning those two words on the black market these days is tantamount to suicide."

Yang Han understood.

I also understood why she reacted so strongly.

"The black market is also within the base city, isn't anyone going to do anything about this?"

Liu Qiniang understood what Yang Han meant: "There are very few clean people in the black market. Even if someone suddenly dies, there is no one to report it, and it is difficult for the authorities to manage so much."

Yang Han understood.

He took out a stack of banknotes from his storage ring and handed them over.

Liu Qiniang's eyes lit up, and she took the money with even more practiced ease than when she had taken his arm earlier.

"You're very generous," she said, her eyes crinkling with laughter. "If you ever need to ask me anything in the future, just come to me."

After buying another book of basic information about the distribution center from Liu Qiniang, Yang Han turned around and strode towards the alley entrance.

The conflict between the three parties is not directly related to him, but the Demon Thieves should now possess the stolen potion. The Zhang family is searching for it, and the Li family is also searching for it; the two sides are locked in a fierce battle.

If he can find it first...

The thought flashed through Yang Han's mind, but he didn't dwell on it.

As he stepped out of the alley, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the tea stall across the street.

A young man sat there, impeccably dressed, with a barely touched cup of tea beside him. He seemed lost in thought, but the moment Yang Han stepped out of the alley, the man's gaze fell directly on him.

Very restrained.

However, ever since Yang Han's mental strength reached two points, he has become exceptionally sensitive to such stares.

This person's gaze was different from others; it carried a slightly oppressive quality.

He's a master.

Yang Han did not turn around or speed up; he maintained his original pace and blended into the crowd.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when he completely disappeared at the end of the street in the distribution center.

Drinking tea in a place like this, while keeping an eye on the black market.

It's good that it wasn't directed at him.

If it's coming for him...

Yang Han didn't stop, turned into another alley, and quickly changed his clothes and mask.

In the darkness, a completely different figure reappeared on the street, heading towards the rented house.

Behind him, the young man at the tea stall put down his teacup.

"A body of refined iron... the Meridian Opening Realm?"

He was talking to himself.

"Inquire about the mutated drug; suspected target, pending confirmation."