Chen Hu laughed, a sound like grinding stones. "Something else for me? What? Your tears?" His thugs joined in the laughter, moving closer to surround Lin Fan.
Lin Fan didn't move. His 'Eyes of Truth' were locked on Chen Hu's left knee. He could see a faint, flickering red glow there—the mark of an old injury.
"You have three seconds to leave my room," Lin Fan said, his voice cold and steady.
"Or what, trash?" Chen Hu stepped forward, raising his heavy fist. "I'm a Level 5 Warrior. You're just a failed crafter!"
Chen Hu swung a massive punch toward Lin Fan's face. To everyone else, the move was lightning fast. But through Lin Fan's new eyes, it looked like it was moving through water.
Lin Fan stepped to the side, narrowly avoiding the fist. Before Chen Hu could react, Lin Fan delivered a sharp, precise kick directly into Chen Hu's left knee.
CRACK!
A sickening sound echoed in the room. Chen Hu screamed in agony as his leg buckled. He crashed to the floor, clutching his knee.
"My leg! You... you broke my leg!" Chen Hu gasped, his face pale with shock.
The two thugs froze. Their boss, a Level 5 Warrior, had been taken down by a single move from a 'useless' boy.
"Get him!" Chen Hu roared through the pain. "Kill him!"
The two thugs pulled out wooden clubs and rushed at Lin Fan. Lin Fan's heart raced, but his mind stayed calm. He grabbed a heavy metal pipe from his workbench—a piece of scrap he had found yesterday.
[Item: Scrap Iron Pipe]
[Quality: Trash]
[Enhancement Level: 0]
[Success Rate: 100%]
"Enhance!" Lin Fan whispered.
A flash of golden light covered the pipe for a split second. The rusty metal suddenly became smooth, black, and incredibly heavy.
[Ding!]
[Enhancement Successful!]
[Item Upgraded to: Black Steel Rod (Common Grade)]
Lin Fan swung the new weapon. Thwack! Thwack! The sound of metal hitting bone followed. In less than ten seconds, both thugs were lying on the floor, groaning in pain. Lin Fan stood over them, holding his black steel rod, his eyes glowing with a faint light.
Chen Hu looked up at Lin Fan, terror in his eyes. "Who... what are you?"
Lin Fan pointed the rod at Chen Hu's throat. "I'm the man you're going to stop bothering. Now, take your trash and get out. If I see you again, I won't just hit your knee."
The three men scrambled out of the room as fast as they could, leaving Lin Fan alone in the silence.
Lin Fan looked at his hands. They weren't shaking anymore. He looked at the black steel rod he had just created. "100% success rate... this is just the beginning."