The sequence is too involutional, luckily I am too.

Lu Yan calmed himself down a bit and turned his attention to the promotion requirements.

[Staff Promotion Requirement 1: Successfully achieve 50 street fight victories (38/50)]

[Second requirement for promotion to thug: Surviving three life-or-death crises (completed)]

[Third criterion for promotion to thug: ???]

"Are there still unknown conditions?"

Lu Yan frowned slightly. He had originally thought that knowing the sequence name would be enough to unlock all the relevant conditions on the panel, but it seemed that was not the case.

"It should be that the conditions I know or complete unconsciously can be revealed, while the unknown parts cannot be unlocked."

He wasn't disappointed; on the contrary, he thought it made sense.

He understood this very well. Things that come for free often come at a hidden cost.

Moreover, the first condition alone would keep him busy for a long time.

In other words, the second condition was fulfilled unintentionally; otherwise, it would have taken even longer.

"hiss……"

The pain from the healing wound interrupted his thoughts.

Although the physical condition greatly improves after the awakening sequence, it will still take a considerable amount of time to fully recover.

He clearly didn't have the time to waste.

We need to find a way to get some wound medicine.

"Knock knock knock..."

The knocking on the door suddenly sounded, and Lu Yan's heart tightened. Almost instinctively, he grabbed the short knife from under his pillow.

This is an instinct developed from years of struggling in the chaotic town, but more so a stress response brought about by the instinctive early warning of street fights.

A slightly deep voice came from outside the door, carrying a hint of deliberate concern: "Boss, are you alright?"

Was he a subordinate of the predecessor?

Lu Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not respond, but instead slowly lay back on the bed, holding his breath and concentrating.

His mental energy spread out quietly like a fine tide. Even with his eyes closed, he could clearly perceive the changes in airflow and the sounds of breathing inside and outside the shed.

"Two people at the door, one person behind the house..."

Lu Yan was slightly surprised. "The effect of Street Fighting Intuition is really that significant?"

After a moment's thought, he realized that this was not solely due to Street Fighting Intuition, but also to the increase in the number of teachers.

After all, the teaching profession is inherently biased towards the spiritual aspect, and the combination of the two greatly enhances the scope and accuracy of perception.

"Boss, I'm coming in."

Seeing that Lu Yan did not respond, the voice outside the door fell, followed by a series of fine metallic scraping sounds, and the door lock was pried open.

A thin figure, hunched over, tiptoed in; it was Zhang Biao, the former underling.

"Brother Yan, are you feeling better? The leader asked me to bring you some medicine."

Zhang Biao glanced at the bed twice, and seeing that Lu Yan was still silent, he became bolder and slowly approached the bedside.

"Finally dead..."

Zhang Biao laughed out loud, his tone revealing an undisguised greed and glee.

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Yan suddenly flipped over, and with a flash of cold light, his short knife precisely sliced ​​across Zhang Biao's neck.

"Pfft—"

Blood splattered, and Zhang Biao fell to the ground in shock, his eyes wide open. Lu Yan caught him and gently laid him down without making a sound.

"Zhang Biao, is it done?"

When his accomplice outside saw that there was no movement inside, he cautiously peeked out, but as soon as he showed half of his face, a cold glint pierced his eye socket and went straight to the back of his head.

Before the man could even groan, his body went limp, and Lu Yan dragged him into the house.

"Bang!"

The broken wooden window on the west side of the shed shattered with a crash, and a dark figure rushed towards Lu Yan at an unbelievable speed.

Lu Yan's neck hairs suddenly stood on end, and his street fighting intuition felt like a cold electric current running down his spine, precisely locking onto the attack trajectory of the dark figure.

The thugs have discovered their kind and are eager to give it a try.

similar?

Is this guy also part of the thug class?

Lu Yan was startled, but his steps remained calm, and he immediately activated his agile footwork.

His speed suddenly increased, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, and at the same time, he swung his short sword backhand to accurately parry the subsequent slashes.

"clang!"

The metal clanged, the man's pupils shrank, his face filled with disbelief, and even his breathing became somewhat disordered.

He clearly said he was just an ordinary refugee, so how could he have such a fast speed?

And this person seems to be even stronger than him!

In the instant that the opponent was distracted, Lu Yan seized the opportunity and suddenly exerted force with his wrist, directly knocking the short knife out of the opponent's hand.

The man finally realized what was happening and was about to retreat when Lu Yan suddenly lunged forward and delivered an elbow strike to his chest.

With a crisp "crack," the sound of a rib breaking was clearly audible.

The man groaned, coughed up blood, and fell to the ground. He tried to struggle to get up, but Lu Yan slit his throat with a knife. Before he died, his eyes were filled with resentment and confusion.

Lu Yan straightened up, and the wound on his chest tore open again due to the violent movement. The pain surged like a tide, and he couldn't help but groan.

But this pain could not overshadow the joy in his heart.

In the past, Zhang Biao alone could have fought him for more than ten rounds. Even if he was intentionally taking advantage of someone's lack of awareness, it wouldn't have been so easy.

But now, in just a few breaths, all three enemies were wiped out, including one superhuman!

He, however, had only just awakened his sequence.

Lu Yan raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains from his face, his eyes filled with understanding and eagerness.

The extraordinary beings are so powerful, no wonder everyone is so eager to become one.

He leaned against the wall to catch his breath, then skillfully began searching the three people for their belongings.

In the wasteland, nothing can be wasted.

The three men didn't have much on them; the only useful items were three short swords and some copper coins.

Surprisingly, Zhang Biao actually brought a bottle of wound medicine.

Based on past experience, it seems that nothing was tampered with in the healing medicine.

It seems that he was afraid that if his predecessor hadn't died, it would be difficult to explain if he came empty-handed.

Even so, Lu Yan still didn't use it, but simply tossed it aside.

This night raid was eerily suspicious from the inside out; even if the enemy's items seemed harmless, we couldn't afford to be careless.

After looting, Lu Yan threw the three corpses out the door one by one.

They closed the door, barricaded it firmly with wooden blocks, and sealed the broken window opening with several planks.

Looking down at his hands, he could still feel the sensation of holding the knife on his fingertips.

This was his first time killing someone. There was no panic as expected, only the instinct to "survive," and he was calm to the point of being indifferent.

"Even though they're both thugs, this guy seems way too weak."

Lu Yan was panting, the details of the fight just now flashing through his mind.

Although the last person was far superior to ordinary people in terms of strength and speed, he was still quite different from the extraordinary people he remembered.

Even compared to someone who has just awakened, this is true.

Is the opponent too weak, or am I too strong?

With too little known information, Lu Yan was unable to make a correct judgment in a short time.

At the same time, new doubts arose.

"Even the weakest among them is still a superhuman. Who would be so extravagant as to send someone to assassinate someone on the verge of death like me?"

He forced himself to calm down and quickly flipped through his past life's memories.

Although the original owner had offended many people, he had never provoked anyone who could hire superhumans.

Besides, he's just a small fry; if he really messed with such a ruthless character, there's no need to make such a fuss.

Since it's not for "people", then it must be for "things".

Despite the pain, Lu Yan searched the room thoroughly, but found nothing unusual.

Instead, they found the half-bottle of wound medicine that their predecessor had used, which was a product of Muyun Technology.

If it's not something from his home, then it can only be something he's been in contact with.

For example, what about the batch of "dregs" from Muyun Technology?

Perhaps it was no coincidence that the predecessor encountered the mutation...

At the time, the original body was only concerned with escaping and then fell into a coma for a long time, so it was completely unaware of the subsequent changes.

Unable to find a solution for the time being, Lu Yan stopped worrying about it.

Inside the shed, only the dim crackling of the oil lamp remained. He leaned against the edge of the bed, enduring the excruciating pain of his wound as he applied ointment, quickly bandaged it, and slowly closed his eyes in the darkness.

……

At the end of the street, a figure stood in a dark corner, looking at Lu Yan's wooden house from afar.

When he saw the three corpses being dragged out, the shadow behind him suddenly twisted eerily.

"They're still alive, and they even killed a superhuman..."

He murmured softly.

"Is that thing in your possession?"