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

Lin Ye landed steadily, his feet firmly planted on the concrete ground.

The four machetes closest to him simultaneously slashed at his shoulder and back.

The thugs wore cruel smiles, expecting to see this arrogant poor kid be torn to pieces in the next second.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of crisp metallic clanging sounds rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

The four thugs felt a sharp pain in their hands, and the machetes in their hands were chipped in several places, the blades twisted and deformed beyond recognition.

Lin Ye didn't even break a scratch.

"This garment already had a hole in it, and you guys cut a few more marks on it."

Lin Ye frowned, his tone revealing impatience.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements, nor did he circulate any internal energy.

Relying solely on physical strength, he clenched his right fist and blasted it directly at the stunned thug in front of him.

"Bang!"

The thug's sternum collapsed instantly, and the clothes on his back were ripped apart by a terrifying penetrating force.

His body flew backward, knocking over seven or eight people behind him.

The cracking sounds of bones breaking echoed throughout the room.

Lin Ye pushed off with his feet and charged into the crowd.

With a single knee strike, the jaws of the two thugs shattered, their teeth splattering all over the ground.

With a single chop to the neck, three burly men wielding steel pipes were cleaved to the ground, their spines broken.

The dozen or so elite thugs who guarded the place couldn't even last a second against Lin Ye.

Their knives, when they struck Lin Ye, had no effect other than breaking and chipping the blades.

Lin Ye's casual punches and kicks could injure someone who grazed them, or kill them if they landed directly on them.

In less than half a minute, the area below the broadcasting studio was filled with bloodied and wailing bodies.

Limbs and severed bodies were everywhere.

Old He on the second floor was dumbfounded.

The walkie-talkie fell to the ground from his hand, and his mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

What kind of monster is this?!

Invulnerable to swords and spears?

Is this young man a master of internal energy transformation?

Inside the octagon, the foreign black boxing champion kept a close eye on the commotion outside.

He had fought hundreds of deadly battles in the underground black market and had never seen anyone so arrogant.

This kid stole his thunder and even went on a killing spree right in front of him.

The black boxing champion was greatly stimulated. His inherent ferocity was completely unleashed.

He took two steps back, then took a running start, his 200-pound body crashing directly into the wire mesh of the octagonal cage.

"Clang!"

He forcefully smashed a large hole in the thick barbed wire.

After the black boxing champion landed, his leg muscles bulged high, making a thud on the ground, and he slammed his foot into Lin Ye's back.

His fist, as big as a sandbag, whistled through the air as it slammed into the back of Lin Ye's head without holding back!

The gamblers in the stands, who were initially terrified by the sight of Lin Ye taking down more than a dozen thugs with his bare hands, were now swept up in a frenzy upon seeing this scene again.

The wealthy businessmen wearing gold chains waved their banknotes frantically.

"Dry him to death!"

"Smash his head!"

The wave of cheers grew louder and louder.

In their view, no matter how good this poor kid in the tattered T-shirt was, he couldn't possibly withstand the boxing champion's long-planned fatal blow.

With his back to the boxing champion, he didn't even have time to react; he was doomed.

Lin Ye, with his back to the charging boxing champion, was still brushing the dust off his shorts.

He didn't even turn his head.

Just as that giant fist was less than ten centimeters from the back of his head.

Lin Ye lightly stomped his right foot on the ground.

The core strength of the waist explodes instantly, and the muscle memory instinct of the grandmaster-level fighting technique is activated.

He swung his right arm backward with a sudden, forceful motion.

The elbow made a sharp popping sound as it scraped through the air.

They came later but arrived first.

The elbow precisely bypassed the champion's defense and slammed into the center of his broad chest.

"boom!"

A muffled, heart-stopping explosion erupted inside the factory.

The black boxing champion's proud, rock-solid pectoral muscles collapsed inward the instant they came into contact with Lin Ye's elbow, creating a terrifying deep crater.

A visible shockwave rippled out from where the two collided.

Before the boxing champion could even scream, his 200-pound body was sent flying backward at an even greater speed than when he charged at him.

Spanning a distance of over ten meters, it slammed heavily onto the steel mesh of the octagonal cage.

The thick barbed wire was smashed open, leaving a large hole; the wire snapped, and the broken pieces pierced the flesh.

The boxing champion lay sprawled in the octagon like a lump of mud, his sternum shattered and his internal organs turned to mush, dying instantly.

The entire underground boxing gym fell into a deathly silence.

Hundreds of people opened their mouths wide, but couldn't utter a single sound.

Someone was holding a freshly opened beer bottle, the bottle slipping through their fingers.

"Clatter".

The glass bottle shattered on the concrete floor.

This sharp sound ignited panic throughout the entire venue.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

"Murder! Run!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs.

The gamblers in the stands went completely mad.

Those wealthy businessmen who were usually aloof and arrogant were now scrambling towards the factory exit, neglecting even their female companions.

Someone was pushed to the ground and trampled on by countless feet, creating chaos at the scene.

Lin Ye ignored the gamblers who were running away with their heads in their hands.

He ran out in the middle of the night to settle scores with the He family; he had no interest in these ordinary people who were ignorant of the law.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over the chaotic crowd, and locked onto the VIP box on the second floor with the best view.

In a private room on the second floor.

Old He was drenched in cold sweat and his legs felt weak.

He was a master of the early stage of internal energy, and had spent most of his life in the Jiangcheng underworld. What kind of ruthless characters hadn't he seen?

But the young man in front of him wearing flip-flops was completely beyond his comprehension.

He blocked a machete with his bare hands and killed a black boxing champion with an elbow strike.

Without any hesitation, He Laosi turned around and ran deeper into the private room.

Behind the bookshelves in the private room, there is a hidden passageway.

Once you enter the secret passage, slide down the slide, and you'll be taken directly to the underground drainage ditch outside the factory area, where a speedboat is hidden.

Where there is life, there is hope.

He Lao Si hurriedly pushed aside the bookshelf and pressed his finger on the electronic combination lock of the secret passage.

Drop drop drop.

The password was entered correctly, and the heavy steel door slowly popped open.

Old He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to crawl inside.

A hand quietly landed on his shoulder.

"Why are you running?"

Lin Ye's voice rang in He Lao Si's ear, and he asked calmly:

"I haven't finished this part-time job yet."

Old He's scalp blew out, and he was thrown back as if he had been electrocuted.

He didn't even see how Lin Ye got up there.

In dire straits, He Laosi's inherent ferocity was fully unleashed.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

He Laosi roared and crossed his palms in front of his chest, gathering his early-stage internal energy into his palms without reservation.

The faint sound of airflow friction could even be heard in the air.

He thrust out both palms, aiming straight for Lin Ye's vital point at the heart.

If this hits solid, even a stone tablet will shatter into pieces.

Lin Ye stood still, without even raising his hand.

boom!

He slapped both palms firmly onto Lin Ye's chest.

The ferocity on He Laosi's face froze instantly.

He felt as if his two palms had not struck flesh and blood, but rather an unshakeable, towering iron mountain.

The terrifying recoil force surged back up along my wrist.

Kaba.

He Laosi's wrists were dislocated and hung limply.

Lin Ye looked down at his chest.

"Do all members of the He family have this problem?" Lin Ye frowned, "Do you always like to tear other people's clothes when you fight? This piece of clothing already had a big hole in it, and it had so many knife marks on it. Now you've added two black handprints to it."