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

"Love Bar" is Arkham's largest underground intelligence exchange center, where the air is always filled with the pungent smell of cheap alcohol, sweat, and gunpowder.

The bar was noisier than usual, with almost all the outlaws discussing the same thing.

"Have you heard? That S-rank bounty that'd been hanging on the dark web for six months was taken by a guy called 'Shura'!"

"Which bounty? The one for removing 'Venom'?"

"Besides that death mission, what else is there! One million US dollars! That's three hundred regular army-level militants, plus armored vehicles! Which mercenary group would be so foolish?"

"Code name Shura, never heard of it. Probably some newly formed hundred-man squad trying to make a name for themselves in one battle."

A burly man with a face full of scars gulped down a large mouthful of strong liquor and slammed the glass onto the table.

"Whoever it is, anyone who dares to take this job is either crazy or an idiot!"

Just as everyone was discussing and speculating about who this "Shura" was, the creaking wooden door of the bar was pushed open from the outside.

An Asian boy wearing a white T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops walked in casually, carrying a huge red, white, and blue snakeskin bag.

His attire stood out starkly against the backdrop of the burly, menacing mercenaries around him, making him look like a tourist who had wandered into a slaughterhouse.

The noisy chatter in the bar subsided considerably, and countless gazes, a mixture of mockery and scrutiny, fell upon Lin Ye.

Lin Ye paid no attention to these gazes.

He walked straight to a corner of the bar, where there was a bounty broker terminal connected to the dark web.

According to regulations, after accepting an S-level task, the individual must go to an offline terminal for dual authentication using both fingerprint and iris scans before the task timer can officially begin.

Lin Ye put the snakeskin bag on the ground, stretched out his finger, and tapped the oil-stained screen a few times.

He brought his eyes close to the scanner and pressed his index finger onto the fingerprint reader.

Identity verification successful.

[Quest giver: Shura]

[S-Rank Limited-Time Bounty: Eliminate the 'Fang' organization's stronghold.]

[Mission countdown officially begins: 7 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds.]

On the terminal screen, the huge, blood-red characters "Shura" lit up, accompanied by a piercing notification sound, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The once noisy bar suddenly became completely silent, as if all sounds had been cut off by an invisible pair of scissors.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded at the thin figure standing in front of the machine, then at the code name on the screen that represented madness and death.

It's him?

This yellow-skinned kid wearing flip-flops, carrying a tattered sack, who looks like he might not even be able to hold a gun steady?

After a brief silence, the bar erupted in laughter ten times louder than before.

"Hahahaha! What do I just see? A little brat? Is that Shura?"

"Is this kid trying to be funny? Is that tattered bag full of diapers?"

"One person fighting three hundred people? Does he think this is a video game?"

A burly man, nearly two meters tall and with muscles as large as a brown bear, stepped out from the crowd.

He is the vice-captain of the long-established Arkham mercenary group "Mad Lions," known for his brutality and tyranny.

He walked up to Lin Ye, looked down at Lin Ye, and his huge shadow completely enveloped Lin Ye.

"Kid, have you lost your mind?" The deputy leader of the Mad Lions grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his voice booming like thunder. "You think you can mess with 'Poison Fang'? Do you even know how to spell 'death'?"

Lin-Ye finally completed the authentication. He withdrew his hand without even looking up at the "mountain of flesh" in front of him.

He simply turned his head to look at the real estate agent behind the counter, whose face had turned pale with fright, and began to speak earnestly.

"Boss, can I ask you something?"

The real estate agent stammered, "You...you go ahead."

"If I complete this task ahead of schedule, will I receive a performance bonus?"

"..."

"Or, are there any subsidies like a perfect attendance bonus?"

"..."

The laughter that filled the bar came to an abrupt halt once again.

Everyone stared at Lin Ye, frozen in place, as if under a spell.

They've seen the crazy, they've seen the reckless.

But in their entire lives, they had never seen anyone who, after accepting a death mission, didn't care about the enemy's firepower or the retreat route, but instead seriously discussed performance bonuses with their boss.

What the hell is this brain circuit?

The muscles on the face of the Mad Lion deputy commander twitched violently a few times; he felt that his intelligence had been insulted like never before.

"Performance bonus? I'll send you to meet God right now to collect your pension!"

He roared, his fist, as big as a clay pot, carrying a fierce wind, about to smash down on Lin Ye's head.

But before his fist could even land, Lin Ye had already frowned impatiently.

"Never mind if you don't have it."

Lin Ye shook his head, picked up the snakeskin bag from the ground, turned around and left, muttering to himself.

"Capitalists are all incredibly stingy."

He didn't even glance at the Mad Lion Deputy Commander who was raising his fist the entire time.

It was a pure, complete disregard.

It was as if the other person was less than a pebble on the roadside in his eyes.

"You fucking..."

The deputy commander of the Mad Lions' face instantly turned a deep liver color, his anger and humiliation rising to his head.

He was about to chase after him when a companion grabbed him tightly.

"Vice-Captain, don't be impulsive! Let him go!" His comrade whispered, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Let him go to his death! We'll follow behind, and after he's riddled with bullets by 'Fang' men, we'll hang his corpse at the bar entrance!"

"Yes! Opening the betting! I'm opening the betting!" another mercenary shouted excitedly. "I bet this kid won't survive five minutes! Ten to one!"

"I bet three minutes!"

"I bet he won't even get close to 'Venom'!"

The bar was filled with a cheerful atmosphere again, and everyone was waiting to see a good show.

Lin Ye, carrying a snakeskin bag, had already walked out of the bar.

The deputy commander of the Mad Lions stared intently at his back, then winked at his two subordinates beside him.

"Follow him! I want to see which black market this reckless idiot is going to buy a coffin from!"

The two henchmen immediately understood and quietly followed him out.

They were convinced that this "Shura" who had accepted the death mission would definitely head to Arkham's largest underground arms black market to purchase heavy weapons such as rocket launchers and heavy machine guns.

However, after the two quietly followed Lin Ye across two blocks, they suddenly stopped.

Ahead, the figure carrying the burlap sack did not head towards the billowing black smoke of the arms market.

His steps stopped in front of a small Chinese supermarket with faded red lanterns hanging in the air.