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

Lanshan Manor, monitoring room.

He Zhen stared intently at the young man standing outside the gate on the screen.

A black T-shirt with a huge hole, baggy shorts, and flip-flops.

"It's him!" He Zhen's voice rang out sharply. "That poor student who crushed Xiao Fei's wrist on the street during the day! It's him!"

Old Man He frowned and leaned closer to take a look at the screen.

"Patriarch, are you sure?" Elder He looked doubtful. "He's dressed like an ordinary high school student, and there's not a trace of internal energy fluctuation on him. You don't actually think that the person who wiped out the He family's four major businesses in one night is this young punk, do you?"

He Zhen's mind was completely in a mess.

"I don't know! But the Third Elder led men to capture him! Now the Third Elder is missing, but this kid is running around like a baby at the manor gate!"

The butler stood beside him, adjusting his glasses, staring intently at the two bags in Lin Ye's hands on the screen.

"Master..." the butler's voice trembled uncontrollably, "Those two black woven bags he's carrying... those are moisture-proof bags that our underground bank uses to store large sums of cash, and they even have the bank's secret mark on them!"

He Zhen's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

This kid not only single-handedly swept through the He family's territory, but also packed up the stolen money and carried it directly to the He family's headquarters.

This is utterly disrespectful to the Ho family!

Old Crane sneered and put his hands behind his back.

"Who cares who he is? Since he dares to come to Lanshan Manor alone to die, then let's grant his wish. Notify the guards at the gate to shoot him dead and throw him into the back mountain to feed the dogs."

Outside the main gate of the manor.

Lin Ye placed the two heavy woven bags at his feet.

The riot control door, made of pure copper, was tightly closed.

The two guards outside the door were both martial artists at the early stage of Ming Jin. They had already drawn their homemade pistols from their waists, and the dark muzzles were pointed directly at Lin Ye's head.

"What are you doing! Hands up!" the guard on the left shouted sternly, his finger already on the trigger.

Lin Ye ignored the two guns.

He put his hands in the pockets of his shorts, looked up, and examined the three-meter-high, ten-centimeter-thick pure copper gate.

"Why is the door so tightly closed in the middle of the night?"

Lin Ye sighed, his tone revealing deep frustration.

He took half a step back.

Slowly lift your right leg.

The shorts billowed in the night breeze.

There was no accumulation of power, and no release of true energy.

It's the simplest and purest form of muscle burst.

The sole of his foot slammed firmly into the riot control door, which was ten centimeters thick and made of pure copper.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar erupted from the ground.

The massive, solid copper gate, weighing several tons, along with the steel hinges embedded in the wall, was forcibly torn apart in an instant by an incomprehensible brute force.

The two large doors collapsed inwards with a loud crash.

The two guards, wielding homemade pistols, didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger before being slammed to the ground by the collapsing gate and flying into the manor's courtyard along with several tons of copper coins.

The heavy bronze door crashed into the landscape fountain in the center of the courtyard, shattering the marble pool on the spot, with water and gravel splashing everywhere.

The ground of the entire Lanshan Manor trembled violently.

The piercing air raid siren blared through the night sky.

Inside the council chamber.

He Zhen stared intently at the screen, his jaw practically dropping to his chest.

"This is impossible!" He Zhen screamed, his voice completely hoarse. "That door could withstand an anti-materiel sniper rifle! He just kicked it open?!"

Old Master He's expression finally changed, and his previous calm and composed demeanor as a master vanished completely.

"A master of external martial arts! This is definitely a master of external martial arts!" Elder He's hands trembled uncontrollably. "Patriarch, order the guards to open fire! Don't let him get close!"

He Zhen frantically grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared into it.

"Guards! All of you, to the front yard! Kill him! Leave no survivors!"

yard.

Lin Ye carried two heavy black woven bags, wearing flip-flops, and slowly walked in, stepping over the broken bricks and coins scattered on the ground.

He lowered his head and patted the dust off his trousers.

"The gate was repaired quite sturdily," Lin Ye sighed, his tone full of helplessness. "Unfortunately, it won't stop the debt collectors. I'm not going to pay for the repairs."

The voice just fell.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from all directions.

Dozens of fully armed bodyguards emerged from every corner of the manor.

This is the He family's most secret headquarters.

The bodyguards weren't carrying any cold weapons at all; instead, they were all carrying submachine guns and shotguns.

The dark muzzle of a gun locked onto Lin Ye from all directions.

The head bodyguard, hiding behind a flowerbed, roared at the top of his lungs, "Fire! Take him down!"

"Da da da da!"

"Bang!"

Flames spewed forth, and a dense hail of bullets wove together a deadly net, engulfing Lin Ye.

Any martial arts master from ancient times would be riddled with bullets if faced with crossfire from modern firearms.

But Lin Ye is an anomaly.

Advanced crisis prediction, fully triggered!

On the retina, countless red lines representing the trajectory of a ballistic missile are planned one second in advance.

Lin Ye didn't even put down the woven bag in his hand.

He shifted his feet, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

The bullet grazed the edge of his T-shirt and struck the concrete ground behind him, scattering sparks.

Lin Ye did not take out the Gatling gun.

It's the middle of the night, and the gunfire is already loud enough. If he were to make a fuss about heavy weapons, it would be headline news in Jiangcheng tomorrow, which would be very detrimental to his ability to conceal his identity as an ordinary college student.

"If you're going to work overtime, you have to be efficient."

Lin Ye used his ankle to push off, and plunged directly into the group of bodyguards on his left.

Close-quarters combat—that's the domain of the mercenary king.

One of the bodyguards only saw a blur before his eyes, and before he could even turn his submachine gun around, a hand was already on the barrel of his gun.

Lin Ye casually snapped it in half.

The steel barrel was bent at a 90-degree angle.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Ye's hand reached forward and precisely grabbed the bodyguard's wrist.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking is crisp and pleasant.

The bodyguard's entire right arm was dislocated backwards. Before he could even scream, Lin Ye kicked him in the knee, crippling him completely.

Lin Ye made no unnecessary movements, weaving swiftly through the crowd.

Flip-flops made a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the lawn.

Wherever it went, there were only muffled sounds of bones breaking.

Dislocate arms, break wrists, shatter knees.

Lin Ye specifically targeted the arms of these bodyguards who were holding guns, each strike precise to the millimeter, never wasting a single bit of extra force.

"Ah—my hand!"

"I can't hit him! I can't hit him at all!"

"Help!"

Screams echoed through the night sky above Lanshan Manor.

The bodyguards were completely devastated.

Their guns were useless, and they couldn't catch Lin Ye's movements at all.

Occasionally, a few stray bullets hit Lin Ye, making a dull thud, but they didn't even break his skin. Instead, they bounced back and injured their own men.

Less than a minute.

The gunfire completely ceased.