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

Although the foreign tycoons were dissatisfied, they dared not make a scene and could only obediently cooperate.

Lin Ye walked over with one hand in his pocket.

The security captain turned around, just about to reprimand the young man who had cut in line.

The moment he saw Lin Ye's face clearly.

The arrogance on the security captain's face froze completely.

His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

His name is Wang Biao, and he was originally a member of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association.

A few days ago, he went with Lei Zhentian to block the entrance to Lin Ye's residential area.

He watched as Lin Ye dismantled a military-grade alloy door into scrap metal with his bare hands and beat Lei Zhentian so badly that he couldn't take care of himself.

Later, the Wushu Association was completely shut down by the National Security Bureau. Wang Biao was released on bail after paying a large sum of money because he did not take action.

Unable to make a living domestically, he had no choice but to work as a security captain on a cruise ship in international waters to earn a living.

Who would have thought that we would encounter this living devil again on this vast ocean!

"Captain? What's wrong?" A member of the martial arts association who was standing next to Wang Biao looked over and immediately shuddered, his legs going weak.

"Lin...Lin..." Wang Biao's teeth chattered wildly, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

thump!

Wang Biao, weighing over 200 pounds, knelt directly on the deck.

thump! thump!

The remaining five or six remnants of the martial arts association also knelt down in unison.

"Master Lin! Spare me, Master Lin!"

Wang Biao pressed his forehead firmly against the deck, frantically kowtowing until his scalp bled, but he didn't dare stop. "We're just here to work, to earn a living. We absolutely haven't done anything wrong!"

The deck fell silent instantly.

The blond, blue-eyed foreign tycoons and Middle Eastern turban-wearing tycoons around them were all dumbfounded.

These security personnel were just moments ago so arrogant and domineering, not even putting the old European aristocracy in their eyes.

Now he's actually kneeling and kowtowing to a young man from China in his early twenties?

Who exactly is this young man?

Lin Ye stopped and gave Wang Biao a look of utter disdain.

"Get out of the way, don't block the way." Lin Ye waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, yes! We'll get out of here right now!" Wang Biao was overjoyed and scrambled to make way for them, shrinking himself to the edge of the railing, barely daring to breathe.

Zhao Jianguo watched from behind, swallowing hard.

Mr. Lin's prestige is so great that he doesn't need to pretend; wherever he goes, he delivers a truly overwhelming blow.

Lin Ye led Zhao Jianguo directly into the top-class VIP cabin, number one, guided by a cruise ship attendant.

The private room is located on the second floor, directly opposite the auction hall on the first floor.

One-way mirror glass, allowing those inside to see clearly out, but those outside to not see in.

Genuine leather sofas, top-quality red wines, and cigars are all available.

Lin Ye pulled out a chair and sat down, placing his legs directly on the marble coffee table.

Zhao Jianguo stood nervously to the side, his hand tightly gripping the bidding paddle.

"Old Zhao, sit down." Lin Ye gestured to the single sofa next to him. "Don't act like a real butler. Have you prepared the money for government reimbursement?"

"Ready!" Zhao Jianguo wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The General Administration has approved a special authorization of five billion US dollars. As long as we can take the dragon head, we can use it at any time."

Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

Spending five billion US dollars to show off, that feels pretty good.

It was exactly 8 p.m.

The lights in the hall dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the auction stage in the center.

A white auctioneer in a tuxedo walked up.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to the Victoria!" The auctioneer said into the microphone, his voice highly persuasive.

The auction officially begins.

The first dozen or so lots were all medieval European oil paintings, African scepters, and even a giant diamond that had just been mined in a small country.

The tycoons in the audience were arguing fiercely over these items, with prices often reaching tens of millions of US dollars.

Lin Ye leaned back on the sofa, not even lifting his eyelids.

These scrap metal pieces, even if given to him for free, would take up too much system space.

Working people only value practicality.

Two hours later.

The auction finally entered its grand finale.

The auctioneer struck the gavel, and the entire room immediately fell silent.

Two voluptuous maids pushed a small cart covered with a red cloth onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next item up for auction is a true divine object."

The auctioneer suddenly ripped off the red cloth.

Inside a bulletproof glass enclosure, a plant that was entirely crimson lay quietly.

Its leaves have an extremely eerie translucent appearance, as if blood is slowly flowing inside.

"Millennial Blood Lotus!"

The auctioneer's voice echoed through the hall.

"This plant grows on the frigid cliffs of the Himalayas. According to our biochemical experts, it contains extremely potent cellular active substances. Once extracted, it could even allow a person's physical abilities to surpass human limits!"

The moment the words were spoken, the lobby on the first floor erupted in chaos.

Those multinational conglomerates and underground oligarchs, aren't they all worth hundreds of billions?

What do they lack most?

It's fate!

It's a healthy body!

Several ancient martial arts masters sitting in the front row even stood up, their breathing becoming extremely heavy.

Inside the No. 1 private room on the second floor.

Lin Ye put her legs down from the coffee table.

He stared at the thousand-year-old blood lotus, feeling the intense longing emanating from his body.

This is it.

Once you get your hands on it, the fusion rate of the super serum will be boosted again, and your physical strength will be enhanced once more.

"Starting price: one hundred million US dollars!" the auctioneer shouted. "Minimum bid increments must be ten million! Begin now!"

"One hundred and twenty million!" A Middle Eastern tycoon held up a sign, exuding wealth and arrogance.

"One hundred and fifty million!" A representative from a long-established European family immediately chimed in.

"Two hundred million!" A Russian oligarch with a scar on his face slammed his fist on the table.

Prices have skyrocketed.

In less than two minutes, it broke the $300 million mark.

The atmosphere in the hall was tense, and several of the executives' bodyguards had even reached for their lower backs.

Zhao Jianguo watched in the private room, his heart pounding with fear.

"Mr. Lin, the competition for this is too fierce. We need to save our money for the dragon head..."

Zhao Jianguo hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Ye had already pressed the microphone button on the coffee table.

He leaned back on the sofa, too lazy to even touch the bidding paddle, and just yawned.

The sound, amplified by the top-of-the-line speakers in the private room, instantly filled the entire auction hall.

"No matter how much they offer," Lin Ye said in an extremely calm tone, revealing an unreasonable arrogance.

I'll pay double.

The moment those four words were spoken, the previously noisy lobby on the first floor became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The representatives of several multinational conglomerates holding up bidding paddles were all stunned.

They've been in this underground black market for years, and while they've seen arrogant people, they've never seen anyone so utterly disregard money.

The price has now soared to $300 million, and double that would be $600 million!

The fleshy face of Ivan, the Russian oligarch sitting in the front row, twitched violently.

He controlled several underground arms production lines in Siberia and couldn't stand anyone being financially superior to him.

Ivan slammed his hand on the solid wood table in front of him, stood up, and roared towards the private rooms on the second floor: "Stop acting like a big shot! I'll bid eight hundred million!"