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

In several residential buildings.

Behind the old windows, residents crowded together, peeking in.

The middle-aged woman who had just been kicked by the bald martial artist was now leaning against the windowsill, her eyes wide open like saucers.

"Old man, come quick! Is that young man filming an action movie?" the old woman called out in a low voice.

The old man, wearing reading glasses, came closer, took a look, and gasped.

"What kind of movie is this! Action movies don't go this fast! This guy went way too far!"

The young man with dyed yellow hair on the second floor had tried to stand up for Old Zhang, but ended up getting a knee to the head.

He was now lying on his balcony, looking at the scene below, and his legs were trembling with fear.

"My goodness, this guy is ruthless." The blond guy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Luckily I didn't yell at him before, otherwise I probably would have been meeting my great-grandmother long ago."

Old Zhang slumped down at the edge of the square.

The swelling on his face hadn't subsided, but he could no longer feel any pain.

He stared blankly as Lin Ye weaved through the crowd.

With each raised hand and each kick, a member of the He family fell.

Old Zhang, who was over fifty years old, had never seen anything like this before.

He originally thought that the young man had gotten into trouble with these thugs because he was standing up for him.

It now seems that this young man didn't take these people seriously at all.

He really just wanted to buy that grilled cold noodles!

This scene is absolutely outrageous!

One and a half minutes.

From the moment Lin Ye rushed into the crowd to the fall of the last He family elite, less than three minutes had passed.

Thirty people were lying haphazardly in the large community square.

Without exception, all of them had their limb joints crippled, and their dantian (lower abdomen) was completely crushed.

The sounds of wailing, screams, and pleas for mercy filled the air, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the air.

He Tianba lay in the pile of rubble, watching his thirty elite soldiers fall one after another.

He wanted to run, but his right arm, severed into three pieces, and his damaged heart meridians rendered him completely immobile.

He could only watch helplessly as Lin Ye reaped the lives of the He family members.

This feeling of powerlessness was worse than killing him.

Lin Ye stood in the center of the pool of blood.

He lowered his head slightly, his breathing so steady that he didn't seem to have just finished a fight.

There was no heavy breathing, and no sweating.

He didn't even take off his flip-flops.

Lin Ye pulled a pack of tissues worth two yuan from the pocket of his shorts.

He pulled out a bill and slowly wiped the bloodstains off his knuckles.

They huddled together.

A flick of the wrist.

The crumpled paper traced an arc through the air and landed precisely in the "non-recyclable" trash can ten meters away.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

After doing all that, Lin Ye turned around, dragging his flip-flops, and walked to the edge of the flower bed.

He Tianba's body was still half buried in the broken bricks.

The third elder of the He family, who was at the mid-stage of internal strength, was having trouble breathing. He was panting heavily, and blood foam kept coming out of his mouth.

Hearing the sound of flip-flops approaching, He Tianba struggled to open his swollen eyes.

In my line of sight, I saw Lin Ye's flip-flops.

He Tianba began to tremble violently.

Scared.

This seasoned gangster, who had been running rampant in Jiangcheng for decades, was now truly afraid.

The young man in front of me, wearing a fifty-yuan T-shirt, is not human at all; he is a death god who crawled out of hell.

"No...don't kill me..."

He Tianba's voice was hoarse, and he uttered indistinct pleas for mercy from his leaky mouth.

"Our He family...is rich...as long as you let me go...we'll give you whatever money you want..."

Lin Ye looked down at him.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"Kill you?"

Lin Ye sighed, his tone full of the helplessness of a legal education worker.

"I've been telling you all this for a while now, that we live in a society governed by the rule of law."

"You led a group of people to break into a private residence in the middle of the night, smashed up vendors' stalls, and even shouted that you would break my limbs and hang me outside the door as a warning to others."

Lin Ye counted on his fingers, earnestly explaining the law to He Tianba.

"This is called the crime of provoking trouble, attempted intentional injury, and attempted illegal detention."

"As a law-abiding college student, how could I possibly break the law and commit murder?"

Lin Ye pulled out the secondhand phone with its screen shattered into a spiderweb pattern from his pocket.

Skillfully press three numbers.

"Hello, is this 110?"

"Yes, I'm going to call the police."

"In the Xingfuli residential area square, a group of people with ties to organized crime were causing trouble, smashing people's stalls, and threatening to kill them."

"Please send someone to handle this quickly. It's the middle of the night, and it's seriously disturbing the residents' rest."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Ye put his phone back in his pocket.

He looked down at He Tianba.

"Don't worry, the police will be here soon. The law will give you a fair judgment for your illegal and disorderly conduct."

Outside the residential area.

Inside the National Security Bureau command vehicle, disguised as a van.

The eagle was holding a cup of freshly brewed tea and had just taken a sip.

Hearing Lin Ye's voice coming from the radio, "Hello, is this 110?"

"puff--!"

The eagle sprayed all of its tea onto the monitor screen in front of it.

Agent Xiao Wang frantically grabbed a rag to wipe the screen, completely dumbfounded.

"Captain...Mr. Lin...called the police?" Xiao Wang stammered.

The eagle wiped the tea off its face, its facial muscles twitching wildly.

"Godf***ing call the police!"

The eagle scratched its head frantically.

"He single-handedly crippled thirty Ming Jin martial artists and a mid-stage An Jin elder, crushing their dantian, breaking their limbs, and leaving the ground covered in blood!"

"Now he's calling the police claiming someone is causing trouble?!"

"When the police arrive and see this, who exactly is causing trouble?!"

The eagle quickly grabbed the dedicated phone line.

"Director Zhao! Quickly! Contact the city bureau immediately and intercept the police dispatch call for the Xingfuli residential area!"

"Have our people disguise themselves as police officers and go there to clear the area!"

"If the police officers from the local police station were to go there and see that carnage, they'd be traumatized!"

Zhao Jianguo's furious voice came from the other end of the phone: "What the hell is this bastard up to! Do as you say right now! Tell the logistics team to hurry up!"

In the community square.

After reporting the incident to the police, Lin Ye felt much more at ease.

Working people should have the awareness of working people; when encountering criminal gangs, they must trust the police.

He turned away, ignoring the wailing He family members on the ground.

My gaze passed over the severed limbs scattered on the ground and landed in the corner behind the flower bed.

Old Zhang was curled up there, his hands covering his head, trembling with fear.

Lin Ye walked over, his flip-flops making a "smack smack" sound as he stepped into the blood.

Old Zhang trembled even more violently when he heard footsteps approaching.

He had just witnessed this young man breaking the bones of those strong men one by one, like breaking sugarcane.

"Boss."