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

Lin Ye rubbed his neck, producing a very crisp sound of bones grinding together.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Hughes on the podium.

There was no panic in his eyes from being called out, nor any awe for foreigners.

Only pure, undisguised restlessness.

It's like an ancient beast whose hibernation has been disturbed, now considering where to start its attack.

Hughes met Lin Ye's gaze, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Why does this kid look at a corpse?

"Your name is Lin Ye?" Hughes suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and continued to provoke him with words, "What, you don't even have the courage to understand the question?"

What he wanted was for Lin Ye to have emotional fluctuations.

The invasion of mental abilities can only achieve the best effect when the target's emotions show a flaw.

Hughes' fingers rapidly flipped the silver coin under the lectern.

This is the medium through which he activates his superpowers.

"Noisy."

Lin Ye finally spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every corner of the classroom.

He remained seated, showing no intention of standing up.

"I don't care if you're some kind of communication scholar or some kind of Holy Alliance scum."

Lin Ye reached out and tugged at his collar.

"I worked overtime all night yesterday, and I'm really tired now."

You disturbed my sleep.

Upon hearing the words "Holy Alliance," Hughes' composure vanished instantly.

This kid knows who they are!

"Let's do it!"

Without any hesitation, Hughes issued the attack command directly in his mind.

The two burly men behind him immediately tensed their muscles, ready to break through the desks at any moment.

Hughes himself suddenly had an extremely strange, eerie blue light burst forth from his eyes.

S-class mental ability, full power unleashed!

An invisible brainwave transformed into an extremely sharp thorn, piercing straight towards Lin Ye's brow with a stream of consciousness that exceeded the speed of light.

The surrounding students were completely unaware.

They felt as if the temperature in the classroom had suddenly dropped a few degrees, and their heads felt inexplicably dizzy.

Hughes stared intently at Lin Ye.

bingo!

This "mind invasion" technique is infamous throughout the European assassination world. Once someone is locked onto by his mental power, their cerebral cortex will instantly lose its defense mechanism.

Next, all he needs to do is implant the deepest fear into the other person's consciousness, and he can turn the target into a puppet that can be manipulated at will.

Hughes closed his eyes, and his consciousness followed the mental piercing, directly entering the depths of Lin Ye's mind.

He was ready to thoroughly enjoy the fear and despair of this Chinese university student.

The vision had just cleared.

Hughes was stunned.

There is no university campus here.

There are no memories of ordinary daily life.

There were no emotional fluctuations typical of normal human beings.

Beneath his feet lay a sea composed of dark red blood.

Blood pooled in the ground, soaking the mountains of severed limbs and fragments of bulletproof vests scattered everywhere.

The intense smell of gunpowder mixed with the pungent stench of blood assaulted Hughes's senses.

Hughes stood there, every hair on his body standing on end.

He raised his head and looked ahead.

At the end of the line of sight, there were no illusions of fear.

There was only one young man wearing baggy shorts, carrying an exaggeratedly large six-barreled Gatling gun in one hand.

The young man turned his head and glanced at Hughes.

No emotions.

There were no unnecessary movements.

The barrel began to rotate.

A storm of metal, firing six thousand shots per minute, carrying the tangible ferocity that had ravaged the dark web in the Middle East, poured down upon Hughes's consciousness.

Countless souls, whose souls were physically exorcised, wailed amidst the gunfire.

That was pure violence, without any fancy techniques, just overwhelming the nerve defenses of all carbon-based life forms with absolute firepower.

"No!"

Hughes's consciousness let out an extremely shrill scream.

He desperately tried to sever the mental connection, wanting to escape this consciousness space that didn't belong to humans at all.

late.

The killing intent accumulated from the Grandmaster-level fighting techniques, combined with the terrifying mental resistance brought by the Super Serum, directly pulverized Hughes's proud mental power into powder.

in the real world.

Only one second had passed.

Hughes's smug smile froze instantly.

His facial features began to contort violently, his eyeballs bulged outwards, and they were filled with dense red blood vessels.

"ah--!"

A bloodcurdling scream, completely inhuman, erupted from Hughes's throat.

The silver coin in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, dark red blood gushed out of Hughes's nostrils, ears, eyes, and mouth.

He fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the wooden floor of the podium.

Hughes's limbs began to twitch wildly and erratically, he spat out mouthfuls of blood and foam, and made meaningless "gurgling" sounds in his throat.

What was originally an elegant nobleman in a tuxedo turned into an idiot lying on the ground drooling and bleeding from all seven orifices in less than two seconds.

The entire lecture hall fell into a deathly silence.

The chalk in Teacher Wang's hand fell to the ground with a "thud" and broke into two pieces.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Hughes, who was convulsing wildly at her feet. Terrified, she retreated several steps until her back pressed against the blackboard.

"What...what's going on?" Teacher Wang's voice was trembling.

The students in the audience were also dumbfounded.

"Epilepsy? Or a sudden brain hemorrhage?"

"He was fine just now, how did he suddenly collapse on the ground and vomit blood?"

"Call 120 quickly! We hope this foreign teacher doesn't die at our school!"

Several bold boys stood up, wanting to go forward and check the situation.

On the podium, the two foreign teachers, one tall and one short, standing behind Hughes, were also horrified.

The tall, burly red-haired man stared intently at Hughes on the ground, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He knew Hughes's strength all too well.

Even if an S-class psychic ability user encounters those established superhuman giants in Europe and is unable to defeat them, they can still escape unscathed.

Now, Hughes didn't even touch a single hair of his target before being turned into a cripple by the mental backlash!

The target didn't even change his sitting posture!

The burly, red-haired man turned his head and looked at Lin Ye, who was sitting in the last row of the classroom.

Lin Ye was yawning and rubbing his temples impatiently, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening on the podium.

"withdraw!"

The burly, red-haired man muttered a curse under his breath in English.

The mission was a complete failure. The target's strength was not at all what the intelligence said about him being a "physically enhanced superhuman." He was definitely an extremely terrifying monster!

But he can't just run away like that.

Turning around and running directly would make you an easy target; you have to create chaos.

The burly, red-haired man clenched his right hand tightly.

He is an A-level fire-type ability user, capable of creating temperatures of thousands of degrees Celsius in an instant.

He didn't target Lin Ye; that would have been suicide.

His gaze was fixed on the desk in front of Lin Ye.

If the desks are set on fire, causing a blaze, hundreds of students will have ample time to escape the school building.

A faint, dark red flame flashed between the red-haired, burly man's fingertips.

The high temperature traveled through the air and directly reached the back of the classroom.

Lin Ye had just finished rubbing his temples and was about to change his position to continue catching up on sleep.

Suddenly, a burnt smell entered my nostrils.

He lowered his head.

Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke rose from the cover of the brand-new "Advanced Mathematics" textbook in front of me.

Immediately afterwards, the edges of the pages began to curl, and a dark red flame suddenly shot up.

The fire spread extremely quickly.

In the blink of an eye, half the book was burned to ashes.

Lin Ye stared at the flame on the table, his languid expression vanishing completely.

The students' anger was completely ignited at that moment.

"This is my new book."

Lin Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to the podium.

He looked up at the red-haired, burly man whose palm was still in the gesture of casting a spell.

"You bunch of foreign teachers, you come here to audit my classes, fine, but you even burn my books?"