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

Startled, Old Zhang quickly looked up and was about to kneel down.

"Have mercy, sir! I didn't see anything! I'll leave right now!"

Lin Ye grabbed Lao Zhang's arm, preventing him from kneeling down.

"Boss, what are you doing? I'm not a bad person."

Lin Ye helped Old Zhang up, his tone very sincere.

He pulled out two neatly folded ten-yuan bills from the pocket of his shorts.

Smooth out the wrinkles and hand it to Old Zhang.

"that……"

Lin Ye pointed somewhat embarrassedly to the overturned cart next to him.

"Boss, are you even capable of keeping your stall up and running?"

Old Zhang stared blankly at the twenty yuan that was handed to him.

She looked up again and glanced at Lin Ye's handsome face, which even had a touch of the innocent naiveté unique to college students.

Then I turned my head and looked at the thirty-odd bloodied people lying haphazardly in the square.

Old Zhang's mind went blank with a "buzz".

"I..." Old Zhang opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.

"I wanted to eat it when I went downstairs just now." Lin Ye swallowed, her tone revealing a hint of grievance.

"Could you please make me a plate of grilled cold noodles?"

"Add sausage, add an egg, add more onions and cilantro, and brush on more chili sauce."

Lin Ye handed the money forward.

"Make one for twenty yuan."

Old Zhang glanced at Lin Ye, then at the overturned cart.

"Yes...I can do it...Young man, please wait a moment..."

Old Zhang turned around shakily, gripped the edge of the overturned cart tightly with both hands, and used all his strength to right it back up.

The iron plate was still covered in mud and dust.

Old Zhang quickly wiped it twice with a rag, then poured some purified water on it and scraped it clean with a spatula.

Turn on the valve of the gas cylinder.

"Tap tap tap".

After pressing the lighter three or four times, a blue flame finally appeared.

Lin Ye stood quietly in front of the stall, his hands in the pockets of his shorts, waiting.

Not far away, He Tianba and the thirty crippled martial artists were still groaning in pain on the ground.

The sound was intermittent and annoying to listen to.

Lin Ye turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the group of people rolling in the blood.

"Shhh."

He held up a finger and put it to his lips very gently.

A miracle happened.

The square, which was filled with deafening wails just a moment ago, became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

He Tianba bit his lip hard, swallowing his cries of pain back down, his face turning purple from holding it in.

The remaining thirty people scrambled to cover each other's mouths, afraid of making any noise that might anger this living devil.

Old Zhang's hands trembled like a sieve when he cracked the eggs.

"Clatter".

When the egg was cracked onto the iron plate, a few pieces of broken eggshell got mixed in.

Old Zhang was sweating profusely and quickly grabbed a bamboo skewer to pick it out.

"Boss, don't rush, take your time," Lin Ye whispered from the side. "Add more cilantro, and spread the chili sauce evenly. I like it strong."

"well……"

Old Zhang hurriedly grabbed a handful of cilantro and sprinkled it on the pancake, then scooped out two large spoonfuls of his secret spicy sauce and spread it evenly with a brush.

The sizzling sound filled the air, and the aroma of the grilled cold noodles finally masked the stench of blood in the air.

Old Zhang deftly rolled up the flatbread, cut it into small pieces, put it into a disposable paper bowl, and respectfully handed it to Lin Ye.

"Young man, your noodles... no need for money..."

"No way, a business is a business, I never dine and dash." Lin Ye stuffed the twenty yuan into Old Zhang's apron pocket.

He took the paper bowl, picked up a bamboo skewer, stuck a piece of dough covered in chili sauce and cilantro, blew on it to cool it down, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Sour, sweet, salty, and spicy.

Several flavors blend perfectly in the mouth.

Lin Ye took a couple of bites and sighed contentedly, "Late-night snacks in China are still the most authentic."

When I went to the Middle East for summer work, I always ate instant noodles and compressed biscuits, with sandstorms hitting my face.

Unlike now, even though I've encountered a few clueless idiots, I can immediately enjoy a hot bowl of grilled cold noodles after the fight.

This peaceful university life is just wonderful.

Lin Ye held a paper bowl, eating as he strolled around the square.

He was wearing flip-flops, avoiding the bloodstains on the ground.

He was surrounded by more than thirty ancient martial arts masters with severed limbs, yet he ate with great relish as if he were strolling through a night market.

This scene is utterly absurd.

The residents upstairs who were peeking from behind the curtains were completely dumbfounded.

The older woman tugged at the older man's sleeve, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Old man, this young man is too carefree! How can he eat all this?"

The old man swallowed hard: "What do you know! This is what it means to remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before you. This is definitely someone destined for great things!"

The blond-haired man on the second-floor balcony knelt down with a thud, clasped his hands together, and bowed three times in the direction of Lin Ye.

This is an absolute ancestor you can't mess with.

Outside the residential compound, inside a command vehicle disguised as a van.

As the eagle stared at the monitor screen, the muscles in his face twitched violently.

Agent Xiao Wang, watching from the side, swallowed hard: "Captain, Mr. Lin is eating so deliciously, I'm getting hungry just looking at him."

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat!" Eagle slapped Xiao Wang on the back of the head, picked up the communicator, and announced, "Outside personnel, prepare to enter and clean up the area!"

"Take those idiots from the He family away, so they don't spoil Mr. Lin's appetite. Be quick and don't make a fuss."

"receive."

Less than a minute later, three black vans without license plates turned in from the street corner and silently glided into the Xingfuli residential area.

The car door opened.

Fifty fully armed national security agents filed out.

They were all dressed in black casual clothes, wearing masks and gloves, and carrying professional cleaning tools.

There were no sirens, no shouting.

They went in pairs, walked up to the He family's elite soldiers, and put a black, opaque hood over their heads.

He Tianba lay in the pile of rubble, and when he saw the group of well-trained men in black, his mind went blank.

Officials!

And it's a special department!

"You..." He Tianba was about to speak.

An agent delivered a swift and decisive chop to the back of his neck.

He Tianba's eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted.

The agents stuffed the entire Ho family into the van like sacks.

Immediately afterwards, a small, silent cleaning truck drove into the square.

Several agents used high-pressure water guns to wash away the bloodstains on the ground.

The water sprayed onto the cement floor, making a slight hissing sound.

This water contains a special bio-enzyme decomposing agent, which can not only wash away bloodstains, but also completely neutralize the bloody smell within seconds.

Several other agents, carrying quick-drying cement and shovels, walked over to the damaged flower bed.

In no time, they rebuilt the collapsed area and even replanted a few potted plants that they had taken off the truck.

The whole process took less than five minutes.

Thirty-three living people vanished without a trace.

The overturned trash can was righted, the broken bricks on the ground were gone, and even the air was filled with a faint lemon scent.

If it weren't for the dents on Old Zhang's cart, no one would have known that a brutal one-sided massacre had just taken place here.

Inside the command vehicle, Xiao Wang stared in amazement at the newly transformed square on the screen: "Captain, have these guys in the logistics team been practicing in private? Their bricklaying skills are even faster than the veteran workers on the construction site."

Eagle rolled his eyes: "You don't know anything. It's their honor to be able to clean up Mr. Lin's mess. Director Zhao gave a death order: if Mr. Lin smells even a hint of blood, the entire branch will be cleaning toilets tomorrow."