We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

Lin Ye ignored He Tianba.

He slowly dusted off the black T-shirt with a hole burned in it, then turned his head and glanced at the remaining twenty-odd elite members of the He family.

There was no murderous intent or anger in those eyes.

Pure indifference.

It's like a seasoned butcher who's worked in a slaughterhouse for ten years, looking at rows of live pigs on the chopping board, figuring out where it would be most convenient to make the first cut.

Once those eyes were fixed on them, the hairs on the bodies of the twenty-odd burly men who had been so arrogant moments before stood on end.

A chill seeped from the very bones, rushing up the spine and straight to the top of the head.

"The Third Elder has been defeated!"

"This kid's a monster! Run!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly yelled something at the top of their lungs, their voice so shrill it was almost split.

That shout became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

This group of elite martial artists, trained by the He family at great expense, completely collapsed.

They completely disregarded the dignity of ancient martial arts families and the patriarch's death order.

Everyone scrambled around, wishing their parents had more legs, and frantically fled towards the gate of the residential complex.

Lin Ye stood there and sighed.

His tone revealed a deep sense of frustration and helplessness.

"It's the middle of the night, but we're already here."

"You want to leave now?"

The voice just fell.

Lin Ye pushed off with his feet, and his entire body disappeared from the spot.

Those battle-worn flip-flops did not affect his explosive power in the slightest.

Under the dim streetlights, only a faint afterimage remained, too fast for the naked eye to catch.

The next second, he was like an armor-piercing bullet, plunging headlong into the fleeing crowd.

There were no fancy moves.

There is no external release of internal energy.

There are no shouting or yelling moves with names.

Only the purest, simplest, and most irrational mercenary killing techniques!

God-level passive skill: Grandmaster-level fighting technique activated!

Lin Ye bumped head-on into a burly martial artist who was running at the front.

Hearing the wind behind him, the martial artist turned around in alarm and instinctively threw a punch.

Lin Ye tilted his head slightly, and the fist grazed his ear, missing its mark.

At the same time, Lin Ye's right hand shot out like lightning, accurately gripping the other person's throat.

"Snap!"

A chilling, cracking sound.

Lin Ye closed his five fingers and crushed the Adam's apple of the Ming Jin martial artist.

Without even pausing, he casually tossed it aside.

The burly man, weighing over 180 pounds, flew out like a rag doll and crashed heavily onto the hood of a Mercedes-Benz, where he fell silent instantly.

The two martial artists beside him were terrified. They drew short knives from their waists and stabbed at Lin Ye's waist from the left and right.

Lin Ye didn't even glance at them.

He ducked low and swung his right leg up suddenly.

The whip kick produced a sharp, whistling sound as it struck both men squarely on the shinbones.

"Bang!"

"ah--!"

Two screams overlapped.

The legs of the two martial artists snapped instantly, the white bone fragments piercing through the black Tang suit trousers.

The two fell heavily to the ground, clutching their deformed, broken legs and rolling around frantically, their mournful howls echoing through the night sky.

Lin Ye continued to rush into the crowd.

The He family's elite forces around them were completely thrown into chaos.

Their usually proud ancient martial arts techniques were utterly ineffective against Lin Ye.

A burly man swung a half-meter-long steel pipe and smashed it down hard on the back of Lin Ye's head.

Lin Ye didn't even look, his body slightly turned to the side, and the steel pipe grazed his ear and missed.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Ye reached back with his right hand and precisely grabbed the man's wrist.

Press down and fold up.

"Crack!"

The man's arm was broken off in the opposite direction, the bone piercing through his skin.

Lin Ye then kicked the man in the stomach.

"puff!"

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward, crashing heavily into the flower bed in the community. His dantian was completely shattered, and he was now worse off than an ordinary person.

A martial artist who had practiced Iron Head Kung Fu roared and charged at Lin Ye's chest with his head down.

Lin Ye neither dodged nor flinched, but instead raised his right knee and slammed it into the other man's forehead.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud that sent chills down your spine.

The martial artist's prized Iron Head technique was instantly broken; his skull caved in, and he collapsed limply, his eyes rolling back in his head.

This is just the beginning.

Lin Ye's flip-flops made a "pat-pat" sound on the cement ground, with an unusually steady rhythm.

Each crisp footstep was inevitably accompanied by the sound of bones breaking and a piercing scream.

Dislocate the joints!

A broken spine!

Broken Dantian!

There were no fancy moves, and no grand displays of internal energy.

This is a mercenary killing technique that pursues the ultimate killing efficiency.

One strike, and it's guaranteed to hit; one strike, and it's guaranteed to cripple.

A martial artist with long hair attempted a sneak attack from the side, holding a poisoned dagger, aiming straight for Lin Ye's waist.

Lin Ye didn't even turn his head.

His left arm swung back suddenly, his elbow slamming into the long-haired martial artist's chest with terrifying force.

"boom!"

The long-haired martial artist's sternum collapsed instantly, sending him flying seven or eight meters away. He crashed into a trash can on the side of the road and passed out before he could even scream.

Blood seeped into the cracks between the floor tiles, and the once arrogant elites of the He family fell in droves.

Outside the residential compound, inside a National Security Bureau command vehicle disguised as a truck.

Agent Xiao Wang's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling onto the control panel.

"Captain... what... what kind of approach is this?" Xiao Wang stammered.

The eagle crossed his arms and stared at the monitor screen, his back soaked in cold sweat.

"See that knee strike? That's a killer move in Muay Thai, but Mr. Lin modified it, removing the unnecessary pre-strike animation and directly using the core muscles of the waist to generate power. The force of that strike is at least several hundred kilograms," Cangying explained to the screen.

Xiao Wang swallowed hard.

"Captain, please stop commentating. It hurts my bones just watching it."

"This is the kind of technique only someone who has crawled out of a pile of corpses knows." The eagle took a deep breath. "No unnecessary movements, no wasted energy, every strike goes straight for the body's fatal weakness."

"This isn't a fight at all," Eagle said, pointing to Lin Ye's fluid movements on the screen. "This is a one-sided physical exorcism."

Xiao Wang shivered.

"Captain, these are all Ming Jin martial artists! Any one of them in Jiangcheng could easily take on ten ordinary people. How come they couldn't even last a single move against Mr. Lin?"

"A Ming Jin martial artist is nothing!" Cang Ying retorted irritably. "When Mr. Lin was in the Middle East, he single-handedly took on a fully armed mercenary group! Those guys were carrying automatic rifles and rocket launchers!"

"The He family, these bumpkins wielding cold weapons, aren't even worthy of warming up Mr. Lin."

The eagle picked up the walkie-talkie, its tone very serious.

"Logistics team, stop dawdling and get the high-pressure water guns and floor scrubbers ready. With this much health, the aunties in the neighborhood are definitely going to slip and fall when they go square dancing tomorrow morning."