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

In the vast front yard of the manor, dozens of fully armed bodyguards lay sprawled out.

Everyone was writhing on the ground in agony, their arms that had been holding guns broken, and their weapons scattered all over the ground, reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

Lin Ye stood in the middle of the lawn, not a single hair out of place.

He glanced down at the woven bag in his hand, making sure it hadn't been damaged by bullets, before nodding in satisfaction.

Lin Ye walked through the courtyard and went straight to the entrance of the club's luxurious lobby.

The gate was wide open.

The hall was brightly lit.

He Zhen stood at the end of the hall, his legs trembling uncontrollably, and the muscles in his face twitching violently.

Beside him, the three late-stage Dark Force cultivators had already taken up their stances.

The crane is old, the eagle is old, and the tiger is old.

These three were the He family's trump cards, whom they had supported at great expense, but now they were on high alert, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

They just watched the whole thing on the security camera.

That wasn't a battle at all; it was a one-sided crushing massacre.

Dozens of elite soldiers armed with guns were all crippled by hand-to-hand combat without even touching the hem of the other's clothes.

Such terrifying physical abilities and reaction speed are simply unheard of.

Lin Ye stepped over the threshold and entered the hall.

He glanced at the magnificent decor and then at the four men opposite him who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"This carpet is too soft; it's a bit easy to twist your ankle when you step on it," Lin Ye casually remarked.

"Thump!"

Lin Ye threw the two huge black woven bags in his hands on the ground.

A dull metallic clanging sound echoed in the hall—the sound of gold bars hitting the floor.

He Zhen's eyelids twitched wildly as he stared intently at the two bags.

"Friend." Old Man He suppressed his fear, took a small step forward, and clasped his hands in a fist salute. "Your skills are extraordinary. May I ask which powerful figure you are? If the He family has offended us in any way, we can sit down and talk. Why go to such lengths to wipe them out?"

Lin Ye ignored him completely.

He looked at the middle-aged man in the silk pajamas in the middle.

"You must be Boss He?" Lin Ye asked.

He Zhen swallowed hard, forcing himself to maintain the air of a family head, but his voice was weak and feeble: "It's me. You... what exactly do you want? What has our He family done to offend you, you big shot?"

Lin Ye sighed and reached out to scratch the back of his head, which was a little itchy.

He looked at He Zhen, his tone very serious, revealing the frustration typical of a working-class person.

"Mr. He, that's a very unprofessional question."

Lin Ye pointed to the woven bags on the ground.

"In the middle of the night, your people came to the Xingfuli residential area and smashed up the grilled cold noodles stall I wanted to eat at."

"They even threatened to break my limbs and hang me outside the door as a warning."

Lin Ye took a step forward, his flip-flops making a crisp sound on the marble floor.

"As a soon-to-be college student who just finished the college entrance examination and was honestly working a summer job, I can't even have a proper late-night snack. I'm forced to come out and work overtime."

He stared at He Zhen and began to calculate the accounts one by one.

"This is the overtime pay for working late into the night, the lost wages, and the compensation for the emotional distress caused by the two cheap T-shirts that your people tore."

"Shouldn't we settle this properly tonight?"

Hearing Lin Ye's words, He Zhen's facial muscles twitched violently, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stared intently at the two black woven bags on the ground.

That container holds the working capital and gold bars of several core businesses under the He family's name!

"You crippled my son, wrecked the He family's four major establishments, and injured hundreds of my brothers!" He Zhen's voice, sharp and shrill with extreme rage, echoed throughout the hall. "And now, you come to my house with stolen money, demanding overtime pay?!"

He Zhen has lived for over fifty years, making waves in Jiangcheng's underworld, and has seen all sorts of arrogant and ruthless characters.

But such arrogance is simply unheard of!

This isn't about collecting debts; it's about putting the He family's face on the ground and rubbing it in, then stomping on it!

Lin Ye stood still and shook his head very seriously.

"Boss He, your calculations are wrong."

Lin Ye extended a finger and began to correct it stroke by stroke.

"First, your son started it on the street and tore my new seventy-yuan shirt. I acted in self-defense and used just a little force; his bones are too brittle."

"Secondly, you sent that old man named He Tianba to cause trouble for me in the neighborhood. He smashed my late-night snack in the middle of the night and even burned a hole in my fifty-yuan shirt."

Lin Ye pointed to the charred hole in his chest.

"Third, I should be sleeping in the middle of the night, and I have to get up early tomorrow to pick up the keys from the school. You forced me to work overtime, and I went to four different places. The transportation costs, lost wages, and night shift allowance add up to tens of millions in compensation for emotional distress. Isn't that reasonable?"

Lin Ye sighed, his tone revealing the bitterness unique to working people.

"I'm a fair person; I keep things separate and never take a penny more than necessary."

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In the distance, inside a National Security Bureau command vehicle disguised as a van.

The eagle, who was holding a thermos, was completely dumbfounded when he heard these words coming from the radio.

"Captain, isn't Mr. Lin's accounting a bit too meticulous?" Xiao Wang stammered.

The eagle wiped the tea off its face.

"Strict my foot! Charging tens of millions for emotional distress over a $120 garment? That's worse than loan sharking!"

The eagle scratched its head frantically.

"But Mr. Lin is right. Those idiots in the He family stayed up all night to provoke a prospective college student. Aren't they just asking for trouble!"

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Inside the main hall of Lanshan Manor.

He Zhen was so angry at Lin Ye's "fair" theory that he felt dizzy and his chest tightened.

He turned his head and looked at the three worshippers beside him.

"Old Crane! Old Eagle! Old Tiger! Kill him! Kill him for me!" He Zhen roared hoarsely.

Old Crane, standing at the very front, snorted coldly.

He took a step forward.

The step landed on the expensive marble floor with a dull thud.

An extremely powerful surge of energy erupted from Elder He's body.

The oppressive aura of a late-stage internal force swept across the entire hall without reservation.

The surrounding mahogany furniture vibrated and hummed from the airflow, and the huge crystal chandelier overhead shook violently, its glass pendants colliding with a crisp sound.

Old Crane stood with his hands behind his back, his gray robe fluttering even without wind.

He was a master of the late stage of internal strength, only one step away from becoming a master of external strength.

In the ancient martial arts circle of Jiangcheng, Elder He's name is well-known, and everyone who meets him must respectfully address him as a senior.

"You little brat, don't be so arrogant!"

Old He stared at Lin Ye, his voice booming so loud it made the hall buzz.

"I don't care what kind of external martial arts you practice, but you do have some skill to defeat He Laosi and Lao Liu."

Old Crane slightly raised his chin, adopting an unfathomable posture.

"But you shouldn't have come to Lanshan Manor to cause trouble. Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and cripple your evil skills, so you'll know what it means to be outmatched and have someone more capable!"

Lin Ye stood still, without even trying to shield himself from the wind.

He stuck out his little finger, picked at his ear, and then blew on it.

"Keep it down, it's the middle of the night. Don't you know you're disturbing the neighbors?"

Lin Ye looked impatient.

"Don't you old men all have this common problem? You have to spout a bunch of nonsense before you fight? Does reciting lines increase your attack power or something?"

Lin Ye pointed to the woven bags on the ground.

"Hurry up and settle the bill, I'm in a hurry to go back to sleep."