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

When confronted with the questioning, Lin Ye stopped and became very sincere.

"I heard you're hiring cleaners here, so I'm here to apply for a part-time job."

He pointed inside the factory building.

"While I'm at it, I'd like to collect my overtime pay from your head of the household. I made this trip in the middle of the night; the transportation cost plus lost wages, 500,000 isn't unreasonable, is it?"

The four guards were stunned for a moment, then exchanged glances with their companions and burst into laughter.

"Applying for a cleaning job? And getting overtime pay?"

The lead guard drew his short sword, pointing the tip at Lin Ye's nose.

"I think you're tired of living, coming to the He family's place looking for fun!"

He shouted and flicked his wrist, the blade slicing directly towards Lin Ye's neck.

These people are used to being arrogant and ruthless. They don't ask questions at all; they just want to kill you.

The wealthy businessmen were so frightened that they quickly pulled their female companions back, afraid that blood would splatter on their expensive suits.

Lin Ye didn't even try to dodge.

He sighed, raised his right hand, and slapped her across the face.

"Bang!"

The guard's short knife didn't even touch Lin Ye's skin before the terrifying force sent him flying off the ground.

A strong man weighing over 180 pounds completed a very standard and difficult 720-degree spin in the air.

Then, like a cannonball, it crashed heavily into the thick bulletproof glass door.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion resounded through the night sky.

The bulletproof glass, which was strong enough to withstand bullets from a large-caliber sniper rifle, became incredibly fragile at this moment, instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and then collapsed completely!

Countless shards of glass, mixed with the guard's twisted body, crashed directly into the factory.

The heavy metal fence was also severely deformed and dented inwards.

The sudden, loud noise instantly drowned out the deafening heavy metal music playing inside the factory.

Inside the octagon, two boxers, covered in blood and locked in a life-or-death struggle, stopped fighting.

In the stands, hundreds of gamblers who had been shouting wildly and waving banknotes suddenly fell silent.

In the VIP room on the second floor, several high-ranking members of the He family who were swirling their wine glasses suddenly stood up.

Hundreds of eyes, filled with astonishment, confusion, and anger, all turned toward the doorway.

The three guards remaining at the door were completely oblivious.

They usually roamed freely in the north of the city, and had never seen anyone dare to come directly to the He family's territory and kick down the door.

One of the guards frantically reached for the walkie-talkie at his waist.

Lin Ye didn't give them a chance to report.

The flip-flops scraped a little dust off the floor.

He moved swiftly and appeared right in front of the three of them.

Lift your leg and sweep horizontally.

The movement was so fast that even the afterimage was not visible.

"Snap!"

Three crisp sounds of bones breaking were heard in quick succession.

The kneecaps of the three men shattered on the spot, and before they could even scream, Lin Ye delivered a kick to each of them.

The three burly men were sent flying, rolling into a stinking ditch more than ten meters away from the door, and passed out without even making a splash.

Lin Ye dusted off his shorts, stepped over the broken glass, and swaggered into the factory.

Inside is a huge sunken space.

A huge octagonal cage was placed right in the center.

The surrounding stands were filled with men and women.

These people, with gold chains around their necks and waving handfuls of banknotes, were shouting wildly.

Inside the octagon, a deadly battle is underway.

A foreign black boxing champion who is over two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body.

He had just pinned a small challenger to the ground, grabbed the man's head with both hands, and twisted it forcefully.

The sound of a broken cervical vertebra was amplified and carried throughout the venue.

The black boxing champion stood up and kicked the corpse aside.

He pounded his chest muscles with both hands and roared like a wild beast at the stands.

The gamblers in the room erupted in a frenzy, with some smashing beer bottles on the ground with such force that the sound almost blew the roof off the factory.

Lin Ye picked at his ear.

Too noisy.

Who is responsible if hearing is impaired?

That will cost extra.

He looked up and glanced at it.

A broadcasting studio is suspended in mid-air, two stories high.

A DJ with dreadlocks was wearing headphones and screaming into the microphone, energizing the entire audience.

Lin Ye had his hands in his pockets and his knees slightly bent.

The thigh muscles tensed up instantly.

A shallow pit was created in the cement ground beneath our feet.

He leaped into the air, covering a vertical distance of seven or eight meters, and landed lightly on the tin balcony of the broadcasting studio.

The DJ was belting out a tune when he caught a glimpse of someone standing next to him.

Before he could even see what the person was wearing, a large foot was already imprinted on his face.

The DJ, along with his headphones, flew out and crashed into the control panel behind him, immediately passing out.

Lin Ye walked over and yanked the plug out of the deafening heavy metal music.

The sound system in the entire factory instantly went mostly silent.

He picked up the microphone on the table and flicked it twice with his finger.

"Hello, can you hear me? Just testing the sound."

The sound of the knocking was amplified by a high-powered speaker, causing the eardrums of hundreds of people in the audience to ache.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the broadcasting studio in unison.

Lin Ye cleared his throat, his tone very calm.

"Excuse me, may I interrupt your enjoyment?"

"Listen up, people from the He family! Your establishment is causing serious disturbance to the public and is suspected of multiple illegal and irregular operations."

"From now on, the business will be suspended for rectification."

"Those who are not involved, leave immediately. Anyone who is fighting, be prepared to pay a fine. I'm only saying this once. If you don't understand, you'll have to pay your own medical expenses later."

The entire underground boxing gym was completely silent.

The hundreds of gamblers looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's going on?

The police are checking rooms?

But this person wasn't even wearing a uniform; his black T-shirt had a hole in it, and he was wearing flip-flops. He looked even worse off than them.

The door to the VIP room on the second floor was kicked open.

He Lao Si, the person in charge of the He family in the north of the city, rushed out with a livid face.

He Laosi was a master of the early stage of internal strength. He was the undisputed leader in the area, and everyone who saw him had to call him Master Si.

Today, someone actually dared to unplug the sound system in his venue.

He stared at Lin Ye in the broadcasting room, trembling with anger.

"Where did this beggar come from! Daring to cause trouble on the He family's territory!"

He Laosi snatched the walkie-talkie from his subordinate and roared into it.

"Are all the bouncers dead?! Chop him up! Chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"

At the order, all the thugs scattered throughout the factory sprang into action.

A dozen or so burly men, shirtless and heavily tattooed, pulled out machetes and solid steel pipes from their waists and surged toward the area below the broadcasting studio in a dark mass.

The gamblers in the stands finally realized this was not a drill, and screamed in fright as they rushed toward the exit.

Lin Ye looked down at the dense array of flashing blades and sighed.

"I knew you bunch of legal ignoramuses wouldn't listen to advice."

He casually tossed the microphone aside.

"Tonight's overtime pay will be at least a million."

After saying that, Lin Ye didn't look for the stairs, but jumped directly from the two-story broadcasting room.

Below are more than a dozen gleaming machetes!

"You're asking for death!" When the thugs saw him jump down on his own initiative, they all raised their weapons and aimed them at Lin Ye in mid-air.