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

boom!

The two heads collided solidly.

Eagle Elder and Tiger Elder didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Both men's skulls shattered on the spot, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they collapsed limply to the ground with their eyes rolled back.

Blood stained a large area of ​​the Persian carpet, worth millions, red.

Lin Ye shook his hand dismissively and wiped the bloodstains from his knuckles on the expensive mahogany coffee table next to him.

"With such poor skills, you still dare to take on freelance work?"

Lin Ye shook his head and looked at He Zhen.

"Boss He, your He family really has terrible taste in hiring people. This money is such a waste."

Two kilometers outside the manor, inside a National Security Bureau command vehicle disguised as a van.

The eagle held the thermos in both hands, completely frozen in the chair.

Agent Xiao Wang opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dropping onto the keyboard.

"Captain..." Xiao Wang swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Those were two late-stage Inner Strength cultivators... and they were gone just from a head-to-head collision?"

The eagle stiffly turned its head to look at Xiao Wang.

"You call that a head-on collision?" Eagle's voice trembled. "That force was at least several tons! That's the kind of noise two heavy trucks would make in a head-on collision!"

The eagle grabbed the communicator and roared into the microphone.

"Logistics team! Quickly prepare new floor cleaning equipment! Mr. Lin has taken down a few more! There's a lot of blood this time, bring more bio-enzyme decomposition agent!"

"Also, notify the brothers on the outer perimeter to expand the encirclement by another kilometer! Make sure no unauthorized personnel get close!"

Inside the main hall of Lanshan Manor.

He Zhen's mental defenses completely collapsed when he saw Elder Eagle and Elder Tiger lying in pools of blood.

The three late-stage Dark Force cultivators, the He family's biggest trump card, couldn't even last ten seconds against Lin Ye.

It’s over.

The He family's decades-long legacy is completely gone.

He Zhen's eyes were bloodshot and red, and he let out a desperate growl.

He was also a master of the peak of internal strength, only half a step away from becoming a master of external strength.

In Jiangcheng, he was the absolute local tyrant.

Now, he has been cornered by a young man wearing flip-flops.

"You little brat!"

He Zhen suddenly stood up, his silk pajamas shattered by a violent gust of air, scattering strips of fabric all over the floor.

His skin turned crimson at a visible speed, with veins bulging from his forehead down to his neck, making him look extremely frightening.

"You ruined the He family! Even if I die today, I'll drag you down with me!"

He Zhen was burning the blood in his heart directly.

This is a forbidden technique that drains one's life force. Once used, even if one survives, one will be a cripple for the rest of one's life.

But at this moment, He Zhen couldn't care less about any of that.

His aura surged, breaking through the limits of Dark Force and faintly touching the threshold of Transformation Force.

A violent shockwave swept through the hall, overturning all the valuable mahogany furniture.

Inside the command vehicle, Xiao Wang watched this scene and screamed in fright.

"Captain! He Zhen has reached the level of a Grandmaster of Internal Energy?!"

The eagle rolled its eyes and calmly took a sip of goji berry tea.

"So what if he arrives? In front of Mr. Lin, he's just a useless piece of trash who's barely breathing. Don't make a fuss."

Inside the hall, He Zhen stomped his feet hard.

The marble floor collapsed with a crash, sending rubble flying everywhere.

Using the terrifying recoil, he rushed straight towards Lin Ye.

His fists were clenched tightly, covered with a layer of blood-red aura that was visible to the naked eye.

This was the pinnacle of He Zhen's lifelong cultivation.

Before the punch even landed, the sharp force made Lin Ye's ripped T-shirt flutter loudly in the wind.

"Go to hell!!!"

He Zhen roared hoarsely, slamming his fists into Lin Ye's chest without holding back.

Lin Ye stood still, without even raising his hand.

He even felt a little bored and couldn't help but yawn.

Just as He Zhen's fists were about to touch Lin Ye's body...

[Indestructible Body] Passive trigger.

A faint metallic sheen shone on Lin Ye's chest.

Boom!

A deafening, heart-stopping bang echoed through the hall.

He Zhen's fists, powerful enough to smash a hole in an armored vehicle, landed squarely on Lin Ye's chest.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

next second.

The madness and ferocity on He Zhen's face were instantly replaced by extreme terror.

He felt as if his two punches had not landed on flesh and blood, but rather on a high-density solid alloy plate.

That violent, blood-red aura couldn't even penetrate Lin Ye's skin a fraction of the way.

Immediately afterwards, a recoil force ten times more terrifying than the force he had unleashed surged back from his fist!

Click! Click! Click!

A series of cracking sounds rang out.

He Zhen's ten fingers were instantly shattered.

The recoil force travels upwards along the wrist.

The forearm was fractured, the elbow was dislocated, and the muscles in the upper arm were completely torn apart.

In less than a fraction of a second, He Zhen's arms broke apart inch by inch, the white bone fragments piercing his skin, and blood gushing out.

"ah--!"

He Zhen let out a piercing scream, his body flying backward uncontrollably.

Lin Ye took a step forward, and his flip-flops made a crisp "smack" sound on the marble floor.

His right hand shot out like lightning.

He grabbed He Zhen by the neck and forcefully pulled his flying body back, lifting him into the air.

He Zhen's arms were both broken, his face was covered in blood, his legs were kicking haphazardly in mid-air, and strange gurgling sounds came from his throat.

Lin Ye lowered his head and glanced at his chest.

The "Everyone's a Villain" T-shirt, which already had a hole, now had an even bigger hole, with the surrounding fabric torn into shreds by He Zhen's punches.

Lin Ye's face instantly darkened.

He grabbed He Zhen by the neck with one hand, pulled him in front of him, and spoke with extreme dissatisfaction.

"Old man, can't you understand human language?"

Lin Yekong pointed to the pile of tattered rags on his chest with his left hand.

"I told you, this dress cost fifty yuan! Are you He family members determined to make trouble for my clothes today?"

He Zhen rolled his eyes, his face turning purplish-red from suffocation. He desperately tried to pry Lin Ye's fingers open, but his broken arms wouldn't obey him.

Lin Ye snorted coldly, looking at the He family patriarch in his hand, who held sway over the Jiangcheng underworld.

"They insisted on making me come out to work overtime in the middle of the night."

"And you even tore my new clothes like this."

"With your strength, you can't even scratch my skin."

Lin Ye increased the pressure in his hand slightly, and with a flick of his foot, kicked the two black woven bags that he had just thrown on the ground to He Zhen's feet.

"Look at these tens of millions in cash and gold bars, it's not even enough to cover my emotional distress."

"What's wrong, Boss He? You're not planning to pay me overtime?"