Yohan reacted instantly, throwing his arms up to block while twisting out of the way.

He avoided a direct hit, but the metal bat still smashed against his arm with a sharp crack. A wave of pain shot through him, forcing a grunt from his throat as he stumbled and crashed to the floor.

The agony pulsed stronger with every heartbeat.

'It hurts even when I move it slightly… it's broken' he could easily tell.

Through the haze, he lifted his gaze toward the motorcycle. The rider had turned around, engine growling, the bat still gripped tight in his hand.

'He was aiming for my head. He meant to finish me right away'

VROOM!

The rider gunned the throttle, front wheel lifting as he charged straight at Yohan.

Yohan rolled aside just before the tire slammed down, hitting the concrete hard as he landed.

The rider turned the bike sharply before Yohan could get back on his feet, engine roaring as he sped toward him again.

Yohan barely had seconds to react—he threw himself sideways as the metal bat came slicing through the air.

'He's good… too good'

The streetlight flashed across the visor of the rider's helmet as he spun his bike in a tight arc.

'Not just skill — his reflexes, his strength… that first strike alone proved it' Yohan grimaced, clutching his broken arm.

'It must be the same as with Roman. He's taken whatever was in that cake'

A grim realization settled in. 'Hatoru sent an actual hitman after me'

The bike charged at him again, tires screeching. This time, the rider stopped just short — twisting the throttle and swinging the rear wheel in a wide, brutal arc toward Yohan.

Yohan ducked to the right, barely dodging the attack — but the assault didn't end there. The rider spun the bike in a smoky 360, swinging his bat mid-turn.

Normally, an attack like that would leave almost no time to react. But Yohan wasn't normal. His eyes tracked the rider's hand with precision — he lunged forward, caught his wrist, and yanked him off the bike.

The man tumbled across the pavement while the bike screeched away in the opposite direction.

Yohan gritted his teeth as a sharp bolt of pain tore through his broken arm. Pulling off that move had nearly pushed his limits, he could hardly move it now.

The rider staggered to his feet, then tore off his cracked helmet and tossed it aside.

Yohan finally saw the man's face — mid-forties, scruffy beard, eyes hard and mean.

"You took something that wasn't yours," the man said flatly, his tone void of playfulness or restraint as he pulled out a military tactical knife.

'They must've gotten to Roman… and found out I took the money' Yohan realized grimly.

He didn't expect that fucker to keep his mouth shut, but he also didn't expect Hatoru to make a move almost immediately.

'It's probably because of the issue with the shop he reacted so quickly' he reasoned.

"Tell me where the money is and I'll make your death painless," the rider hissed.

"Wouldn't it be more satisfying if I just died without telling you?" Yohan shot back, dripping with sarcasm.

"Satisfying for me — for the things I'm going to do to you. For you? Not so much."

The man lunged, a blade flashing toward Yohan's eye.

Yohan twisted aside at the last second; the tip missed by inches.

An opening appeared, but he couldn't capitalize — not with his arm like this. Even small movements sent stabbing pain through the broken limb. He had to choose between striking and collapsing under the pain.

He took only a few steps back before the rider came at him again, the knife slicing through the air.

Yohan dodged each strike with surprising ease, his eyes locked on the attacker's frustrated face. Despite the pain, he saw an opening and drove his forehead into the man's nose with a brutal headbutt. The rider staggered backward.

Yohan followed up with a low kick to the gut. The man doubled over, saliva trickling from his mouth.

"I'm going to make you regret coming after me," Yohan said coolly, and then delivered a hard kick to the face.

The attacker crumpled to the pavement, unconscious.

"Hey—wake up," Yohan tapped the man's cheek. "I'm not done yet."

There was no response.

"He's completely gone," he muttered, glancing down at the body sprawled across the pavement. He must have hit harder than he intended.

"Lucky bastard," he spat, turning away. "I'd better get to the hospital and fix my arm."

He walked off, leaving the rider behind.

With each step, the sharp pain in his arm reminded him that he had just survived an assassination attempt.

'Hatoru's finally taking this seriously… No. If he could kidnap Remi so easily, I should've expected something like this'

But the main issue at the back of his mind was that cake that was able to magically increase their speed and strength.

He already knew that sort of thing was only possible if there was someone like him involved, and since Hatoru already has such a power in his grasp then this wasn't going to resolve quickly. He had to do anything possible to bring him down.

'Even if that includes using his granddaughter…' Yohan thought, determination hardening his features.

For now, he only planned to use her to gain access to Hatoru's house—to find a way to steal the ledger Roman had mentioned.

'First, I have to find the girl. I can't possibly ask Freddie…' he considered.

'I'll have to ask Cassie. The girl mentioned that they were classmates'

Soon, he reached his car, climbed in, started the engine, and drove off.

He went to the hospital first, got his arm checked and put in a cast, then headed back home.

When the doorbell rang, Vivian hurried to open it.

"Yohan, what happened to your arm?!" she gasped, eyes wide with worry.

"It's nothing serious," he said with a shrug.

"But it looks like it's broken."

"I just had a little accident, that's all. The doctors said it wasn't really broken—just that I shouldn't use it for a few days." He gave a light chuckle to ease her nerves.

"Oh, thank goodness. I was so worried something bad had happened. Come in, come in—let me make you something to eat," she said, ushering him inside.

Yohan managed a faint smile, though he knew every word he'd said was a lie. The truth was harsher: the X-rays showed two fractures in his arm. But he couldn't let his aunt worry.

As for how he would heal within the next few days from a broken arm… that would depend on the wellness technique guide.

He was starting to grasp the general context of the book, and the more he read, the more he believed it was possible.

The moment he stepped into his room, he pulled the book from its hiding place and began to study.

Much of it was familiar, things he had read before, but that didn't matter—he was gaining new understanding with every line.

'The materials I used for the mystic potion when I first came back were mostly common items' he thought, 'with a few special ones… like a petal from a snow flower, or ground seeds from a black mushroom'

At the time, he had only cared about what he stood to gain. He hadn't examined the process carefully. Now, he realized… this thing could just as easily have been a poison.

"No wonder it tasted like that…" he muttered, the memory of the awful flavor still sharp in his mouth as if he only just took it.

"The only reason I didn't die, or suffer serious health issues, was that I followed every single instruction in the formula. One small mistake, and it could have been the end of me"

"But that doesn't change the fact that these ingredients were fairly accessible, even if I had to traverse the entire city to collect them… and back then I didn't even have a car," he added with a sigh, returning his attention to the book.

'I guess the real question is… how exactly did it change my body so much?'

Even though he knew the ingredients, he still called it a mystic potion. Because that was what it felt like. It was as if the items themselves weren't what gave it its power.

'Maybe that's it… it's not just about the ingredients, but the process itself. The balance between the mind and body of the user'

'If I were to take another dose… what would happen to me?'

It was a dangerous thought, even for him. Especially now that he understood how close the mixture was to a poison. One wrong move, one slight imbalance, and it could end his life.

His interest in the potion wasn't just about healing his broken arm. The real spark came from the buff cake—the one that had given Hatoru's men incredible strength and speed.

That alone suggested there were countless possibilities for potions like this. Maybe, just maybe, one could be crafted as a healing elixir.

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