Eat, eat, eat—Han Wu actively searched for food, then stuffed it into his mouth.
To him, it no longer mattered whether the food tasted good or bad.
As long as it was not poisonous and could be digested smoothly, it was useful.
As massive amounts of food were stuffed into his mouth, Han Wu's fullness finally reached 95%.
At this level, Han Wu was already very full.
He clenched his fist and could feel the surging strength within his body.
With one punch, unleashing two hundred pounds of force would not be a problem.
Next, it was time to go trouble those Green Earth Dwarves.
The Black Iron planetoid was very small. Han Wu had only walked a few kilometers before encountering Green Earth Dwarves.
There were three of them, and they were currently mining.
Even living on such barren land, they still could not forget that love rooted deep in their bloodline.
Han Wu quietly approached. Catching them off guard, he kicked one Green Earth Dwarf to the ground, then grabbed another and threw him into the third.
The whole sequence flowed like drifting clouds and running water. Before the three Green Earth Dwarves could react, they had already been defeated.
They also knew they were no match for Han Wu, so they did not dare fight back.
Han Wu rummaged through all their belongings. There were six pieces of dry, hard black bread, hammers, iron picks, files, and other tools.
As well as more than three hundred pounds of inferior ore they had just dug up.
This was all the wealth they possessed.
Han Wu frowned.
What should he do next? Take everything he could carry and run?
How much could black bread, hammers, iron picks, and such tools possibly be worth?
Yet he truly did not understand