Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

"This is a clean place. The city is full of patrols, it's too dangerous."

The young man opposite me had a hoarse voice.

He cautiously observed his surroundings, his gaze sweeping over the bushes, old trees, and dense thickets of grass, but he found nothing unusual.

In the wilderness at night, it's perfectly normal for the wind to rustle the grass.

Yang Han slowed his breathing to its slowest point, his heartbeat slowed, and he felt like a stone, completely merging into the darkness.

"Heh, that makes sense." The bald, muscular man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He immediately opened the briefcase in his hand.

Stacks of brand-new banknotes gleamed alluringly in the moonlight.

"One million, just a little bit?"

"No."

The young man was not blinded by money and kept it clutched to his chest.

"Those who don't have a reputation in the underworld won't last long."

"That's great!" A hint of approval flashed in the bald, burly man's eyes, but greed was more evident in them.

The young man then carefully took out a metal reagent from his pocket.

The liquid inside the reagent emitted an eerie, blood-red glow, as if it were slowly pulsating with life.

"Star Source Talent Potion?" The bald, burly man's breath hitched, his eyes instantly burning with fervor. "The latest model from Zhang's Star Energy?"

"That's right, the latest version." The young man was sparing with his words.

"Good stuff! Good stuff!" The bald, burly man nodded repeatedly, pushing the suitcase forward. "Give me the stuff, and the money is yours."

The young man didn't step forward immediately. He glanced at the briefcase, then at the bald, burly man, and said in a hoarse voice, "Take three steps back first."

"Kid, you're very cautious." The bald, burly man wasn't angry at all; instead, he smiled and took three steps back as instructed.

The young man then bent down and reached for the suitcase with one hand.

It's now!

The moment the young man bent over, a fierce glint flashed in the bald, burly man's eyes, and he stomped his foot, sending sand and gravel flying!

His burly body unleashed a speed disproportionate to his size, delivering a powerful punch straight to the young man's back!

However, the young man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

Just as the bald, burly man made his move, he suddenly pulled on the suitcase with his left hand, rolled over, and narrowly avoided the fatal punch.

"I knew you'd do it!"

The young man rolled to his feet, a gleaming dagger now in his right hand, a suitcase in his left, and a mocking expression on his face.

"You son of a bitch..." The bald, burly man's punch missed its mark, his face turning ashen.

Before he could finish speaking, the young man had already moved.

The figure carrying the box moved like a ghost, and the dagger in its hand suddenly flashed with a purple light, aiming straight for the bald, burly man's throat!

"court death!"

The bald, burly man roared, neither dodging nor avoiding, his muscles suddenly bulging, his suit instantly ripping apart.

His skin turned a bronze color, as he had actually used the muscles in his neck to withstand the blow!

Ding!

Sparks flew everywhere!

The dagger pierced his neck with a metallic clang, leaving only a faint white mark.

Physical enhancement talents!

Yang Han, hidden in the bushes, was startled. This talent was one of the most practical combat-type talents, greatly enhancing physical strength; it was at least A-grade!

"Idiot! What do you think I rely on to make a living in this underworld!" The bald, burly man grinned maliciously, his large, fan-like hand flashing out to grab the young man's wrist.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

The young man let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning deathly pale, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

But he was also a ruthless character; taking advantage of the opportunity when his wrist was grabbed, he suddenly raised his other hand!

puff!

A handful of blood-red powder was thrown at the bald, burly man.

"Ah! My eyes!"

Caught off guard, the bald, burly man's eyes were blindfolded, and he screamed as he released his grip.

opportunity!

Despite the excruciating pain, the young man turned and ran without lingering.

He only wanted to give it a try, but now that he's failed, it's best to leave.

They didn't even care about the gene serum; all they wanted was to escape with the money.

But after taking two steps, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

He lowered his head with difficulty, and a dagger gleaming with purple light emerged from his chest.

It was his own dagger.

Although the bald, burly man's eyes were filled with blood and tears, he relied on his fighting instincts and, the moment his vision was taken away, picked up the young man's dagger from the ground and threw it out by instinct.

"Heh...heh..."

The young man made an incomprehensible sound in his throat and was thrown heavily into the air.

The briefcase in his hand fell to the ground, and the banknotes scattered in all directions.

The metal test tube containing the gene serum that he had previously hidden fell out of his arms, rolled several times on the grass, and came to a stop right in front of the bushes where Yang Han was hiding.

Less than half a meter!

A crimson light flickered in the darkness.

Yang Han's heart suddenly tightened.

"You bastard... how dare you use blood pepper powder to trick me..."

The bald, burly man cursed as he rubbed his eyes haphazardly, his face a mixture of blood and tears, making him look ferocious.

It took him several dozen seconds for his vision to gradually regain some of its blurry outline, but the excruciating pain still lingered.

In his blur, he saw the young man lying on the ground.

I saw banknotes scattered all over the ground.

Finally, his gaze was drawn to that striking crimson light.

Medicine!

Overjoyed, he didn't even bother to pick up the money and staggered toward the medicine.

He needs to hurry back with his things to find a special medicine to clean his eyes, otherwise he may go blind!

One step, two steps...

The bald, muscular man was getting closer and closer.

In the darkness, Yang Han's body was taut to the extreme.

There's no escaping it now.

At this distance, even if the other person's vision is blurry at this moment, they will definitely notice you.

This person just killed someone for the red potion without even blinking.

At this point, if one were to discover that they were a witness, the outcome would be self-evident.

The other party will definitely kill them to silence them...

Countless thoughts flashed through Yang Han's mind in an instant, but they all ultimately led to a cold decision.

Get started first!

The bald, muscular man bent down; the red potion was almost within reach.

The next second, Yang Han will be spotted in the darkness.

At that moment, Yang Han made a move.

Without the slightest warning or whisper.

He suddenly sprang up from the bushes!

He was already holding the hundred-kilogram black iron rod in one hand.

All the strength in my body was twisted into one in an instant, flowing from the soles of my feet to my arms!

He didn't know the extent of his opponent's strength, but he knew that he had to go all out in this attack!

boom!

A gust of wind swept in from behind, and the bald, burly man's instincts, honed from years of living on the edge, made him sense a deadly danger.

He wanted to dodge, to turn back, but his attention had been completely focused on the blood-red potion in front of him, and the stinging pain in his eyes had greatly distracted him.

In the end, he only had time to instinctively use his talent.

Suddenly, a metallic sheen covered the top of his shiny head.

"clang!!!"

A loud, deafening noise.

The bald, muscular man's head, which had just been covered with a metallic sheen, looked as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and was completely deformed.

He reacted quickly, but it was too late. Nearly two tons of force slammed into his head, and even with metal protection, his brain was shaken into a paste by the immense force.

The bald, burly man didn't even manage a groan before his massive body slumped to the ground.

Blood and brain matter slowly seeped from his face, staining the grass beneath him red.

One fatal blow!

Yang Han stood there, his chest rising and falling slightly, his hands gripping the iron rod trembling uncontrollably.

The immense recoil caused intense pain in both hands, and upon closer inspection, the entire arm was covered in purple and blue bruises.

Yang Han glanced down at the bald, muscular man at his feet, then looked at the young man not far away.

His eyes initially showed fear, but quickly regained their clarity.

He didn't immediately pick up the spoils; instead, he cautiously scanned his surroundings to make sure no one else was around.

Then, he acted quickly.

He first picked up the red Star Origin Talent Potion. The cold touch and eerie light made his heart skip a beat. Without taking a closer look, he stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, he quickly gathered the scattered banknotes and stuffed them back into his suitcase.

After doing all that, he began to clean up the scene.

He dragged the bald, burly man's corpse to the young thief's body, and with the thief's blood-stained dagger, stabbed the burly man several more times, creating the illusion that the two had fought fiercely and ultimately died together.

Then, he carefully erased the traces of his rush with his feet, and left a few messy footprints around the area to disguise the area where the two were fighting.

Despite knowing that ferocious beasts might soon be drawn by the smell of blood and devour the corpse, he did it anyway.

Finally, he picked up his briefcase, slung the wolf-skin bundle over his shoulder, hoisted the heavy black iron rod onto his arm, checked the direction of the Northwest Base City one last time, and without a moment's hesitation, quickly disappeared into the vast night.