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

Lin Ye's right hand, which was on the mouse, stopped instantly.

The only sound in the entire large apartment was the whirring of the computer case water cooling fans.

Lin Ye slowly raised his head and looked at Su Qingxue.

The look in his eyes was as if he had seen a walking ATM.

One million.

three minutes.

The hourly wage for this part-time job is beyond outrageous; it's blatant free money.

And you don't even need to travel for work; you can stay at the school.

Without saying a word, Lin Ye pressed Alt+F4 and closed the game interface at lightning speed.

"You should have said so earlier."

Lin Ye stood up, grabbed a black sports jacket from the coat rack next to him, and put it on.

He looked at Su Qingxue, and his attitude underwent a complete 180-degree turn.

"Boss, is the venue far? Do you want me to drive you?"

Su Qingxue looked at the man whose expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, and her mind was a little confused.

He was acting all aloof and aloof just a moment ago, but he called me "boss" as soon as he heard "one million"?

Is this the integrity of SSSSS-level national strategic protection personnel?

"No need to drive, it's just on the second basement level of the school gymnasium," Su Qingxue said through gritted teeth. "I'll transfer the money to you right now."

"Great." Lin Ye took out his flip phone, pulled up the payment code, and said, "WeChat or Alipay? Large transfers might need to be done in batches, so I suggest you use your bank card directly."

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Ten minutes later.

Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, underground martial arts hall.

This is a training ground specially prepared by the school for students participating in provincial martial arts competitions, and it is not open to the public at other times.

Su Qingxue used her authority as the vice president of the student council to obtain the key.

The venue was spacious, with a standard Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) ring in the center and thick shock-absorbing pads around it.

Su Qingxue went to the locker room to change into a tight-fitting black training outfit and tied her hair up high.

She put on professional boxing gloves, jumped onto the ring, and started stretching her wrists and ankles.

Lin Ye didn't even change his clothes; he walked up in his casual clothes and sneakers.

He wasn't even wearing a mouthguard or gloves; he just stood lazily in the center of the ring.

"You're not wearing protective gear?" Su Qingxue frowned.

"One million for sparring, including the extra service of using your hands and feet." Lin Ye yawned, reached out and tugged at his collar. "This outfit is pretty expensive; if it gets torn, it'll be deducted from your one million."

Su Qingxue felt that she was being severely looked down upon.

During the All-Army Combat Competition, none of the male soldiers dared to be so arrogant.

"You're too arrogant!"

Su Qingxue snorted coldly and suddenly lowered her body.

She pushed off with her feet and suddenly shot forward.

Military boxing emphasizes a single, fatal strike, with no unnecessary movements.

Su Qingxue slid closer, her right fist whistling through the air as it aimed straight for Lin Ye's chin.

The speed and power of this punch definitely exceeded the limits of an average man.

Lin Ye stood still, without even blinking.

With her enhanced dynamic vision enhanced by the super serum, Su Qingxue's movements were ridiculously slow, yet her trajectory was clearly visible.

Just as the fist was about to touch his chin.

Lin Ye tilted his head back by less than a centimeter.

The fist grazed his nose, creating a gust of wind.

Su Qingxue missed her attack and immediately changed tactics, sweeping her left leg high and aiming straight for Lin Ye's temple.

Lin Ye took half a step to the left.

The sweeping kick missed again, failing to even touch the hem of Lin Ye's clothes.

"All you do is hide!"

Su Qingxue panicked and launched a dense, storm-like attack.

Straight punch, hook punch, side kick, knee strike.

The entire arena was filled with afterimages of Su Qingxue's attacks.

But Lin Ye was completely unaffected, and each time he was able to perfectly dodge all the attacks with a tiny margin.

He kept his hands in the pockets of his sports jacket, showing no intention of taking them out.

Two and a half minutes passed.

Su Qingxue was exhausted and sweating profusely, panting heavily, and her movements slowed down noticeably.

She didn't even touch a single hair on Lin Ye's head.

Lin Ye raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.

"Boss, thirty seconds left."

Lin Ye stood in the center of the arena and yawned.

"The timer is about to end, so push harder! I need to get back to rank up."

Su Qingxue clenched her teeth, sweat dripping down her face.

She practiced military boxing for over ten years and won a combat championship in the entire army, but now she can't even touch the hem of a freshman's clothes.

"Don't be so arrogant!" Su Qingxue shouted, and suddenly pushed off with her feet, soaring into the air.

A deadly technique used in the military.

With a whooshing sound, his right leg slashed straight at Lin Ye's shoulder.

If that hits hard, an ordinary person's collarbone would shatter on the spot.

Lin Ye sighed.

He was too lazy to hide anymore.

The muscle memory from his Grandmaster-level fighting skills meant he didn't even need to assume a defensive stance.

He kept his hands in the pockets of his sports jacket and took the blow head-on.

boom!

An extremely dull thud echoed through the underground stadium.

Su Qingxue felt a sharp pain in her shinbone.

It didn't feel like being kicked at all; the recoil made her entire right leg go numb instantly, and she completely lost sensation.

She lost her balance and fell from mid-air, landing awkwardly on the shock-absorbing mat of the ring.

Lin Ye stood still, not taking a single step back.

The all-black casual clothes didn't even have a single extra wrinkle.

"Time's up." Lin Ye pulled his hand out of his pocket, took out his newly bought flip phone, and turned on the screen. "Boss, your touch isn't enough, it's not even enough to tickle me. One million, check out."

Su Qingxue sat on the cushion, panting heavily.

She looked down at her red and trembling hands, then at Lin Ye who was completely unharmed, and her mind went blank.

Utter despair.

She finally understood how Chu Tiankuo's hand had been broken on the playground last night.

This is a physical strength that no human being could possibly possess.

Grandpa's warning on the phone echoed in my mind again.

He single-handedly annihilated the White Bear's armed squad.

Su Qingxue swallowed hard, forced herself to stand up, and took her phone from the bench next to her.

"I'll transfer it to you." Su Qingxue's voice had completely lost its previous arrogance and became extremely dry.

She opened the bank's app, entered the account number Lin Ye had provided, and was just about to press the transfer confirmation button.

Just then.

A sharp alarm suddenly erupted in Lin Ye's mind.

[Ding! Deadly threat detected!]

[Advanced crisis prediction triggered!]

The languid look on Lin Ye's face vanished instantly.

boom!

The reinforced glass skylight at the top of the underground martial arts hall suddenly burst open without warning.

The enormous explosion was deafening.

Shards of glass, accompanied by flames, rained down from all directions.

Three cylindrical black objects were thrown in through the broken skylight.

Shock bomb!

Su Qingxue's pupils suddenly contracted.

Once detonated in a confined space like underground, the intense light and high-decibel noise can render people incapacitated, and may even cause eardrum perforation or retinal detachment.