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

Lin Ye didn't even give him a chance to call.

No nonsense.

His priority is efficiency, and he focuses on physical exorcism.

Lin Ye took a step forward and instantly stood right in front of the nouveau riche.

He reached out with one hand and precisely grabbed the nouveau riche's obese neck, then exerted force with his arm.

The nouveau riche, weighing over 200 pounds, was lifted into the air by Lin Ye with one hand.

The nouveau riche kicked wildly in mid-air, his hands gripping Lin Ye's arm tightly, his face turning purplish-red.

Lin Ye remained expressionless, turned around, and smashed the glass display case next to him, which contained ties and cufflinks, down hard.

"Splash!"

The heavy tempered glass display case shattered instantly.

The nouveau riche slammed his back hard against the metal frame of the counter.

The extremely dull cracking sounds of bones breaking echoed one after another.

The nouveau riche broke three ribs on the spot, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and passed out without even uttering a sound.

Glass shards were scattered all over the ground.

The heavily made-up woman finally realized what was happening, letting out a piercing scream. She was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, kicking off one of her high heels.

The commotion inside the store was so loud that the mall security guards outside immediately rushed in with batons.

"What are you doing! Don't move!"

The security captain, who was leading the team, was terrified when he saw the mess on the ground and the two clueless people. He immediately took out his walkie-talkie to call the police.

Lin Ye released his grip and patted the glass dust off his palm.

He took out his brand-new folding phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

The phone rang once and was answered.

Zhao Jianguo's respectful voice came through: "Mr. Lin! What are your instructions?"

Lin Ye glanced at the fat man on the ground, his tone indifferent.

"Old Zhao, I'm at the Armani store on the first floor of Jiangcheng SKP."

"Just now, a fat guy had his bodyguard throw me out."

Lin Ye tugged at his work pants.

"I used excessive force in self-defense. The person is not dead, but has a few broken bones."

"Send someone over to clean the floor."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of a chair overturning.

"Understood! I'll handle it immediately! Please don't be angry, I'll have the SKP manager come see you right away!"

Lin Ye hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.

The security captain, holding a walkie-talkie, looked at Lin Ye's nonchalant demeanor and hesitated to approach.

This guy lifted a 200-pound fat man with one hand and smashed the glass counter, and now he even dares to make a phone call to have someone clean the floor right in front of them.

This is definitely not an ordinary person.

Less than three minutes.

A series of extremely chaotic footsteps came from outside the shop.

The general manager of Jiangcheng SKP Mall, accompanied by seven or eight senior executives, rushed over, drenched in sweat.

The general manager, his suit askew, rushed into the store, panting heavily.

He had just received a direct call from the Jiangcheng National Security Bureau. Zhao Jianguo's exact words on the phone were: "...If Mr. Lin is missing even a single hair in your mall, your entire SKP is to be closed for rectification this afternoon!"

The general manager rushed into the store and immediately spotted Lin Ye, who was wearing flip-flops and carrying a snakeskin bag.

Without saying a word, he pushed aside the security guard blocking his way, rushed to Lin Ye, and bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.

"Hello, are you Mr. Lin?! I'm sorry!"

The general manager's voice trembled violently, and sweat dripped down his chin.

"It's our mall's security that's inadequate, allowing this inconsiderate creature to spoil your shopping experience!"

The general manager turned his head and looked at the nouveau riche lying unconscious on the ground and the heavily made-up woman slumped beside him, his eyes filled with hostility.

"Security! Drag these two pieces of trash out of here! Don't get Mr. Lin's feet dirty!"

Several security guards quickly carried the nouveau riche and his bodyguards out.

The heavily made-up woman was so frightened that she scrambled to her feet, picked up her high heels, and ran away without even looking back.

The shop became quiet instantly.

The general manager turned around, his hostility vanishing completely, replaced by a fawning smile.

"Mr. Lin, what would you like to order? All purchases in the store today are on the house!"

Lin Ye doesn't need that little bit of money at all.

He pulled the black and gold centurion card from his overalls pocket and casually tossed it onto the counter next to him.

"No need for a free meal, just pay by card as usual."

Lin Ye pointed to the rows of haute couture suits and casual wear in the store.

"Wrap up everything that fits my size, regardless of style."

"The pants must be made of the softest fabric, and absolutely cannot be tight around the crotch."

Several sales assistants gasped in shock upon hearing this.

Each piece of clothing here costs tens of thousands of yuan; if you bought them all, it would cost millions!

When the general manager saw the black gold card, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

This is the legendary Supreme Black Card with no upper limit!

"Quickly! What are you waiting for?!" the general manager yelled at the sales assistant. "Take Mr. Lin's measurements immediately! Find all the clothes that fit!"

The sales assistants snapped out of their daze and quickly ran over with tape measures to carefully measure Lin Ye.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Ye walked into the fitting room carrying a pure black, top-quality handmade haute couture suit.

Outside, a dozen sales assistants were frantically packing up expensive clothes, neatly folding them and stuffing them into the red, white and blue snakeskin bag that Lin Ye had brought.

The burlap sack was quickly stuffed full.

"Click".

The fitting room door was pushed open.

Lin Ye walked out from inside.

The entire Armani store, including the general manager standing outside, was stunned.

The pure black haute couture suit fit Lin Ye's body perfectly.

The master-level fighting skills and the body modified by the super serum accentuated every contour of the suit, giving it broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and explosive power.

His previous languor had disappeared.

Instead, there is the ruthlessness of a mercenary king who has emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the extravagant wealth of a man with two billion US dollars in savings.

Two completely different temperaments blended perfectly in him.

He just stood there, and he exuded a sense of oppression that made it impossible for people to look directly at him.

Several socialites from Jiangcheng who were passing by stopped in their tracks, staring intently at Lin Ye, their breathing becoming rapid.

"OMG, that's so cool..."

"Which family's young master is this? I've never seen him before?"

Lin Ye walked to the mirror, stretched his shoulders, and lifted his legs.

"It's good, it doesn't feel tight in the crotch, and the fabric is quite comfortable."

Lin Ye was very satisfied with the outfit.

He walked to the sofa, picked up the black gold card, and put it in his suit's inner pocket.

Several socialites shoved each other, and one of them, a woman in a Chanel suit, mustered up her courage and stepped forward, her eyes full of admiration and her voice sweet and coquettish.

"Hey handsome, can I add you on WeChat? I..."

Lin Ye didn't even glance at her.

He picked up the snakeskin bag filled with millions of dollars worth of haute couture clothing with one hand and carried it on the shoulder of his haute couture suit.

The scene was extremely incongruous, yet it possessed a strange and domineering aura.

Lin Ye took out his brand-new folding phone, ignored the woman who was trying to chat him up, and directly dialed the phone number of the person in charge of the auto show that he had just gotten from the digital mall.

"Hello, this is Lin Ye."

Lin Ye strode out of the mall, his tone indifferent.

"Get me the toughest, most bulletproof, and most crash-resistant car you have at the auto show."