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

In Lin Ye's eyes, the enemies moving on the screen were like slow-motion replays.

The next five minutes turned into a complete one-sided massacre.

Wang Hao was resurrected, then died.

Wang Hao was hiding behind a box when he was shot through the wall in the head and died.

Wang Hao attempted to jump and maneuver, but was shot in the head mid-air and died.

Lin Ye didn't even move a step, standing right in the center of the map. His Desert Eagle seemed to have eyes, and every bullet accurately pierced the forehead of Wang Hao's character.

The micro-management is top-notch; flick shots, recoil control, and predictions are all superior techniques.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The kill notifications in the upper right corner were flooding the screen.

The score reached an astonishing 39-0.

Wang Hao was trembling all over, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He felt like he wasn't facing a player at all, but a heartless, deadly killing machine.

He can't even get out of the respawn point!

"ah--!"

Wang Hao completely broke down, ripped off his headphones, grabbed the gaming mouse that cost over a thousand yuan, and slammed it hard on the table.

The mouse was shattered into pieces, with plastic parts flying everywhere.

"This game is cheating! You're definitely cheating!" Wang Hao pointed at Lin Ye, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse from shouting. "The internet speed is lagging! I'm not playing anymore!"

Lin Ye loosened his grip on the mouse and sighed.

He ignored Wang Hao's impotent rage, stood up, twisted his waist, and reached out to tug at his work pants.

"These pants are made of such rough fabric," Lin Ye muttered, his face full of disgust. "Not only do they chafe my crotch after sitting for a long time, but they also rub against my inner thighs, seriously affecting my feel for pulling the trigger."

Lin Ye glanced down at his T-shirt and flip-flops.

The contract Zhao Jianguo had given me suddenly flashed through my mind.

He receives a tax-free base salary of 30 million per month and has over 2 billion US dollars in demand deposits in his Swiss bank account.

If you make so much money and then stay in your dorm wearing rags every day, wouldn't all the dirty and tiring work you did on the dark web have been for nothing?

"Money left in your bank account is just a string of cold numbers; working people should treat themselves better."

Lin Ye turned around and walked to the bedside.

He picked up the bag on the bed containing ten of the latest folding screen phones, casually opened one brand new one, and stuffed it into his pocket.

He threw the remaining nine copies, along with their packaging, directly into the system space.

If we break our phones in a fight in the future, we can always get a new one. We must never let the tragedy of not being able to grab any more red envelopes happen again.

Lin Ye patted his pockets and strode towards the dormitory door.

"Lin, Brother Lin, where are you going?" Zhou Yu asked timidly from behind.

Lin Ye didn't even turn his head before reaching out and opening the dormitory door.

"Go buy two sets of clothes that won't pinch your crotch, and while you're at it, go check out that bulletproof SUV that the general manager mentioned this morning."

Lin Ye went down the stairs and walked out of the No. 3 boys' dormitory.

The afternoon sun was just right.

Lin Ye took out his brand-new folding screen phone, connected to the internet, and searched for Jiangcheng's most upscale luxury goods center on the map.

"It's not far away, so I'll go shopping first, and then pick up the car at the auto show."

Jiangcheng SKP Luxury Shopping Center.

This is the place with the highest consumption threshold in the entire Jiangcheng; even a simple short-sleeved shirt costs five figures.

The customers coming and going here are mostly picked up in luxury cars and dressed in designer brands.

3 PM, the lobby on the first floor of the mall.

Lin Ye swaggered in, wearing flip-flops and carrying a vintage red, white, and blue snakeskin bag on his shoulder.

The work pants on my lower body were a bit uncomfortable in my crotch because the fabric was too rough.

This outfit, along with that huge snakeskin bag, looked extremely out of place walking on the gleaming marble floor.

The surrounding customers all turned their heads to look, and some even covered their noses and walked around.

Lin Ye didn't care about other people's reactions at all.

Paper bags are too easy to tear when used for clothes; woven bags are much more durable, have a larger capacity, and are more suitable for working people like him who are used to buying everything at once.

He followed the signs and went directly into the Armani haute couture menswear store, which occupied the largest area on the first floor.

The air conditioning in the store was turned up very high.

Several sales assistants in uniforms were chatting together when they were all stunned when they saw Lin Ye walk in.

Before the sales assistant could approach, a very shrill female voice suddenly came from the rest area.

"Oh my! Now anyone can come in here?!"

A young woman with heavy makeup and wearing a sundress suddenly stood up, carrying a Chanel bag in her hand.

Next to the woman sat a portly middle-aged man with a gold necklace as thick as a little finger around his neck and a green Submariner pendant on his wrist—a typical nouveau riche look.

The woman leaned into the nouveau riche's arms and pointed in Lin Ye's direction.

"Godfather, look at this! What are the security guards at this mall doing? How come they're letting even migrant workers who collect scraps in?"

The woman's voice was very loud; everyone in the store could hear it clearly.

"It's disgusting. I don't even want to buy that suit I just saw. It smells so cheap and shabby."

The nouveau riche patted the woman's thigh, stood up, and walked over to Lin Ye with his big pregnant belly.

He looked Lin Ye up and down, his gaze lingering on the snakeskin bag, his face full of disdain.

"Go beg for food outside; this is not a place for you."

The nouveau riche turned and shouted towards the door.

"Ah Long!"

A burly bodyguard, nearly 1.9 meters tall and dressed in a black suit, immediately walked in from outside the door.

"Boss," the bodyguard replied in a muffled voice.

The nouveau riche pointed at Lin Ye and waved his hand impatiently.

"Throw this beggar out of here, don't spoil my goddaughter's mood while she's trying on clothes."

The bodyguard clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and reached out to grab Lin Ye's shoulder.

Lin Ye stood still and reached out to tug at the crotch of his work pants.

"I'm just here to buy a few pairs of pants that won't rub against my thighs."

Lin Ye looked up at the outstretched hand, and without even shaking his shoulder, he suddenly raised his right hand.

The muscle memory of a grandmaster-level fighting technique explodes instantly.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud popping sound rang out in the store.

The bodyguard, weighing nearly 200 pounds, didn't even have time to scream before his feet left the ground and he flew sideways.

He stepped over two rows of clothes racks and slammed his fist heavily onto the door of the fitting room deep inside the store.

The wooden door panel shattered on the spot.

The bodyguard collapsed in the pile of broken wood, half of his face swollen, and he passed out.

The entire Armani store fell into a deathly silence.

Several sales assistants were so frightened that they covered their mouths and backed away.

The woman with heavy makeup froze, her mouth agape.

The nouveau riche's fleshy face trembled violently, startling him so much that he took two steps back.

"You...you dare hit my people?"

The nouveau riche, all bluster and no substance, roared and reached for his phone.

"I'll kill you, you believe me!"