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

Stepping out of the gates of Jiangcheng SKP, a wave of heat hits you.

Lin Ye was wearing a pure black haute couture suit, with a fertilizer factory snakeskin bag full of clothes slung over his shoulder.

Wearing this outfit on the street, you'll definitely turn heads.

A taxi was parked at the intersection.

Lin Ye opened the car door, stuffed the snakeskin bag into the back seat, and sat in the passenger seat himself.

"Driver, to Jiangcheng International Convention and Exhibition Center."

The driver, a man in his fifties, glanced at Lin Ye, then at the snakeskin bag in the back seat, his face full of doubt.

The young man was dressed like a CEO attending an international conference, but his luggage looked like that of a vagrant who had just gotten off a train.

"Young man, going to the auto show?" The driver stepped on the gas. "It's really lively there today, full of imported luxury cars."

"Yeah, I'll go buy a means of transportation," Lin Ye replied casually.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling the tailoring of the bespoke suit. It was indeed more comfortable than a cheap street vendor's suit, at least it was breathable.

Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped at the convention center plaza.

Lin Ye scanned the code to pay the fare, picked up the snakeskin bag with one hand, and strode into Exhibition Hall No. 1.

The exhibition hall was bustling with noise and flashing lights.

The booths of major supercar brands were crowded with people, and scantily clad car models posed in various ways.

Lin Ye had absolutely no interest in the sports cars lying on the ground.

When I was working summer jobs in the Middle East, these low-chassis sports cars couldn't even go over a sand dune; a stray bullet could easily blow up their fuel tanks.

For working people, their mode of transportation must be sturdy, durable, and have a large capacity.

He walked directly through the supercar area and arrived at the heavy off-road vehicle booth at the far end of the exhibition hall.

There were noticeably fewer onlookers here.

In the very center of the booth, there was a huge vehicle.

It is pure black with sharp edges.

The vehicle is over 2.5 meters tall, and its tires are taller than half an adult.

There is no streamlined design; it's all rough, straight lines.

The latest Knight XVI armored off-road vehicle.

The latest model of the Knight XV, featuring a complete iteration.

A sign next to it lists the following data: the old 6.8L V10 naturally aspirated engine has been replaced with a 7.2T twin-turbo V12 power unit, the entire vehicle has been upgraded with a new generation of composite ceramic bulletproof armor, the chassis has been reinforced with a double-layer lightning and explosion protection structure, the bulletproof glass in the windows has been thickened to 7.2 cm, which can withstand large-caliber armor-piercing rounds, the vehicle body has an independent oxygen supply and gas protection survival module, and the vehicle's weight has exceeded 7.3 tons.

Lin Ye was very satisfied.

Driving this car during Jiangcheng's morning rush hour, absolutely no one would dare to cut in line.

If you happen to encounter one of those old men with superhuman strength who come to block your door early in the morning, just step on the gas and drive over them without even scratching the paint.

He strode toward the booth.

Just then, an extremely arrogant voice came from beside the car door.

"Xiaoxiao, did you see that? This is called Knight XVI! There's only one in the whole of Jiangcheng!" A young man wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses was leaning against the car door, a cigar between his fingers, and bragging to a girl with an internet celebrity face next to him.

The internet celebrity-looking girl, her eyes filled with adoration, reached out and touched the cold car body. "Wow, Young Master Chen, this car is huge! How much did it cost?"

"A little over thirty million," Chen Shao exhaled a smoke ring and waved his hand dismissively. "My dad already spoke with the organizers yesterday, and I've reserved this car. I'll swipe the card later, and I'll take you for a drive tonight."

The internet celebrity-looking girl was so excited she almost jumped up, clinging to Chen Shao.

Lin Ye completely ignored the two people.

He walked straight up to the booth, circled the car, and even knocked on the car window.

bang bang.

The sound was extremely muffled; the glass was indeed thick enough.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing!" Young Master Chen turned around, glaring at Lin Ye with obvious displeasure. "What are you banging on? Can you afford to pay for it if you break it? Didn't you hear me say I already pre-ordered this car?!"

Chen Shao looked Lin Ye up and down.

The man was wearing a black suit of unknown brand, and was even carrying a red, white and blue snakeskin bag!

"Where did this country bumpkin come from, trying to get photos to post on his WeChat Moments?" Chen Shao waved his hand dismissively. "Get lost, don't get in my way."

Lin Ye placed the snakeskin bag at his feet.

He turned his head and looked at the rich second-generation heir who was spraying strong cologne, his tone indifferent.

"Have you paid?"

Chen Shao was taken aback. "I haven't swiped the card yet, but my dad has already..."

"Shut up if you haven't paid." Lin Ye interrupted him directly. He turned and waved to the sales manager next to the booth who was covered in sweat.

"I'll take this car. Cash on delivery, drive it away now," Lin Ye said.

The sales manager jogged over, looked at Lin Ye, then at Chen Shao, his face full of embarrassment.

Chen Shao immediately lost his temper.

He had been a tyrant in Jiangcheng for so many years, and had never been so openly humiliated before.

Especially in front of the girl he just started dating.

"You fucking want to die?!" Young Master Chen slammed his cigar to the ground. "Ah Hu! Teach him a lesson! Break this beggar's legs and throw him out!"

A burly man standing behind Chen Shao immediately stepped forward.

The burly man was nearly two meters tall, wearing a black tight vest, and his body was covered in bulging muscles.

With each step he took, the wooden floor of the booth creaked under the strain.

Ah Hu is a martial arts expert, with a peak level of Ming Jin cultivation.

In a place like Jiangcheng, being a bodyguard for a rich second-generation is definitely using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

"Kid, blame yourself for being blind and messing with Young Master Chen." Ah Hu said in a gruff voice, and stretched out his right hand, as big as a fan, to grab Lin Ye's shoulder.

This strike carries the internal force of a peak Ming Jin master; if it lands firmly, an ordinary person's shoulder blade will shatter on the spot.

Lin Ye sighed in extreme frustration.

"I'm just buying a car, why are you asking so many questions?" Lin Ye shook his head.

He didn't even dodge, nor did he unleash any internal energy.

The passive reaction of the Grandmaster-level fighting technique instantly takes over the body.

Lin Ye raised his left hand, met Ah Hu's wrist, and casually swung it outwards.

The movements were extremely casual, like shooing away flies.

"Snapped!"

The two men's arms collided in mid-air.

Ah Hu's cruel smile froze instantly.

He felt as if his grab wasn't on a person's arm, but rather as a violent impact against a high-speed rotating solid steel pillar.

An extremely terrifying recoil force surged back into his arm from the point of contact.

"Click, click, click!"

A series of chilling cracking sounds echoed through the exhibition hall.

Ah Hu's thick right arm, from wrist to shoulder, shattered inch by inch in a fraction of a second.

His nearly 200-pound body was lifted off the ground and flew seven or eight meters away, crashing heavily onto the hood of a Porsche parked next to him.

The Porsche's hood dented instantly, and the alarm sounded throughout the showroom.

Ah Hu coughed up a mouthful of blood and passed out without even letting out a scream.

The entire booth fell into a deathly silence.

The girl with the "internet celebrity face" was so frightened that she sat down on the ground with a thud, her face pale beyond recognition even with foundation.

Chen Shao opened his mouth wide, his eyes almost popping out.

He glanced at Ah Hu, who was sprawled on the Porsche, seemingly oblivious to his fate, and then at Lin Ye, who stood motionless with his suit perfectly pressed. His legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ah Hu is a martial arts master whom his father hired at great expense!

Someone who could normally break bricks with his bare hands was rendered useless by a casual swing?

Lin Ye turned his head and looked at Chen Shao.