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

Lei Zhentian's facial muscles twitched violently.

He, the president of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association, came with five vice presidents to demand an explanation, and this kid was talking to him about after-sales service and delays in the construction period.

Is this kid out of his mind?!

"Nonsense!"

Lei Zhentian was furious and completely lost his composure, pointing at Lin Ye and roaring.

"How dare you break the rules of the ancient martial arts world and kill a member of my association's board! Even if the Heavenly King himself came today, he couldn't save you!"

Lei Zhentian suddenly spread his legs apart, assuming a wide and sweeping boxing stance.

"Today I will act on behalf of Heaven!"

Lin Ye looked at the six old men who were standing in the opposite direction and sighed.

He flexed his wrist, and his knuckles cracked.

"I can't catch the bus, so I have to take a taxi to school. The taxi fare, including the starting price and the distance, will be at least 35 yuan."

Lin Ye stared at Lei Zhentian.

"You'll have to pay for the taxi fare."

Working people never suffer in silence.

Since his trip was delayed, the transportation allowance must be provided.

Just then.

The phone in Lin Ye's pocket suddenly emitted an extremely abrupt notification sound.

"Ding-dong!"

He took out his phone and stared at the screen.

In the "Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences Class of 27 Freshmen Group", the counselor sent a bright red lucky draw red envelope.

The post also included the caption: "Wishing everyone a smooth start to the school year! Let's test our luck and see who's the luckiest person today!"

Lin Ye's eyes lit up, and his breathing became rapid.

"Best luck?"

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

If I could steal a few dozen yuan, I'd have enough for a taxi to school today, and maybe even buy a jianbing (Chinese crepe) with two eggs on the way.

Lin Ye hovered his thumb above the screen, using the muscle memory of his Grandmaster-level fighting skills to grab red envelopes.

The fingertip blurred into a blur, stabbing hard at the red envelope icon.

The screen froze for 0.5 seconds.

An interface popped up with a sound effect of gold coins falling.

Lin Ye looked over with anticipation.

Three numbers are prominently displayed in the center of the interface.

"0.01 yuan."

Below that was a line of smaller print: "Bad luck, try harder next time."

Lin Ye's face instantly darkened.

It was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He could even hear the sound of his own heart breaking.

Thirty people were vying for a 200 yuan red envelope, but he only managed to get one cent!

What can you do with one cent?

It's not even enough to buy a single scallion!

opposite.

Lei Zhentian and the other five vice presidents of the martial arts associations were all frozen in place.

They had just pushed their internal energy to its limit, preparing to strike with lightning speed and tear this arrogant brat to pieces.

And then this kid actually took out his phone and grabbed a red envelope right in front of them?

The six people's internal energy was trapped in their chests, neither rising nor falling.

It was like punching cotton; the nauseating backlash almost made them vomit blood.

Lei Zhentian's facial muscles twitched violently, and the veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.

He, a towering figure in Jiangcheng's martial arts world, with six Grandmasters of Transformation Realm joining forces, was actually left to play on his phone by a mere kid.

Are they treating them like they don't exist?!

"How dare you, you brat!" Lei Zhentian roared, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage. "You're about to die, and you still dare to play on your phone!"

The bald vice president was furious, pointing at Lin Ye and cursing, "Utterly arrogant! Utterly arrogant! Today I'll skin you alive!"

Lin Ye slowly raised his head.

He ignored Lei Zhentian and the bald vice president's impotent rage.

He held his phone, looking at the six old men in front of him with a resentful expression.

"It's all your fault." Lin Ye's voice was filled with extreme grievance and resentment.

Lei Zhentian was stunned for a moment.

Is it our fault?

What did we do?

Lin Ye pointed at the "0.01 yuan" on his phone screen, getting angrier and angrier.

"If it weren't for the six of you coming to block the door so early in the morning, casting such a strong aura that you disrupted the surrounding magnetic field, how could my cell phone signal have gotten so bad?"

Lin Ye took a step forward and shoved the screen toward Lei Zhentian.

"Look at this!"

"A 200 yuan red envelope! I tried to grab it with the speed of someone who's been single for 18 years, but I only got one cent!"

"penny!"

Lin Ye slapped his thigh in anguish.

"This is the first red envelope I've ever received in my university life!"

"Because of you after-sales guys maliciously interfering with the signal, I missed my chance to become the luckiest person!"

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Two hundred meters away.

Inside the communications vehicle disguised as an Iveco van.

Just as the eagle picked up his thermos and took a big gulp of goji berry tea, he heard these words coming from the radio.

"puff--!"

He sprayed a mouthful of tea directly onto the screen in front of him.

Agent Xiao Wang frantically grabbed tissues to wipe the screen, laughing so hard he was practically slumped over the control panel, unable to get up.

"Captain... Mr. Lin's thought process... is incredible." Xiao Wang clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he was gasping for breath. "A Grandmaster's aura interfering with cell phone signals? What kind of physics principle is that?"

The eagle wiped the tea off its face, feeling like it was going crazy.

"What the hell is this interference?!" Eagle slammed his fist on the table in frustration. "He's a monster who can dismantle tanks with his bare hands! And he's actually trying to reason with six Grandmasters over a penny's worth of money?"

"This is something no normal human being should do!"

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At the entrance of the residential compound.

After hearing Lin Ye's accusations, Lei Zhentian was completely distraught.

He had lived for over sixty years and had never heard such outrageous accusations.

Does the force of neutralization interfere with mobile phone signals?

Is this kid insulting his intelligence, or is he insulting the entire ancient martial arts world?

"Nonsense!" Lei Zhentian completely lost his patience and suddenly shook his hands.

The loose silk training clothes bulged out.

"I don't care how much money you got in red envelopes, you must die today!"

Lin Ye stood still, slowly putting his phone back into his pocket.

then.

He raised his head.

Her once clear and languid eyes changed completely at this moment.

A chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine emanated from Lin Ye without reservation.

This is not some kind of martial arts aura.

This is a tangible killing intent that has been forged through countless battles and bloodshed, culminating in the destruction of the entire dark web.

"They came to block the door early in the morning."

"It delayed my trip to school to pick up the keys."

"And they're trying to stop me from grabbing red envelopes."

Lin Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the six old men.

Every word conveyed the frustration of a worker who had been thoroughly enraged.

"You're in big trouble today."

The voice just fell.

Lei Zhentian, who was at the forefront, suddenly felt his heart clench.

An extremely dangerous intuition surged through my body like an electric current.

This feeling had only occurred to him when he faced life-or-death crises in his youth.

It wasn't just him.

The other five vice presidents of the Huajin sect also felt this suffocating sense of oppression at the same time.

They all shivered simultaneously.