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

The mocking voices from the car were amplified through the loudspeaker and echoed throughout the entire school gate.

The students from China were outraged, their eyes all red.

"This is outrageous!"

"They're beating people up on our Dragon Kingdom's territory! Do they think we have no say in this?"

Several male students from the physical education department rolled up their sleeves and were about to charge forward.

The white bodyguards immediately lined up and blocked the front of the bus.

The lead bodyguard grinned maliciously and pulled a thick, solid iron railing from the nearby green belt.

He gripped both ends of the iron railing with both hands.

creak!

With a piercing metallic twisting sound, he twisted the solid iron railing into a pretzel shape, then casually threw it on the ground, creating a small dent.

"Anyone who dares to come up here will suffer the consequences." The bodyguard clapped his hands, his face full of provocation.

The few male students from the physical education department who were just about to rush forward stopped in their tracks.

Twisting a rope by hand?

This is not the power of an ordinary person!

These foreign bodyguards are all monsters!

suffocated.

Extreme frustration weighed on the hearts of every student in China.

At the gate of their own school, they were blocked and verbally abused by foreigners, who even injured their classmates, yet they had no chance to fight back.

Fatty Wang sat on the ground, looking at the steamed buns that had fallen into the muddy water, his eyes red-rimmed.

His family is not well-off, and he usually earns a living by tutoring. These few yuan worth of steamed buns were bought by him by saving up.

It's all ruined now.

Just when the atmosphere in the entire venue was at its most oppressive.

Suddenly, an extremely violent engine roar came from afar.

The voice was deep and had a chilling, mechanical pressure that drowned out all the noise in the room.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads.

A heavily armored off-road vehicle, painted entirely black with sharp angles, drove straight over the curb of the non-motorized vehicle lane, recklessly speeding past.

The seven-ton vehicle rolled onto the road, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The crowd quickly parted to the sides, making way for a wide passage.

The Knight XVI came to a steady stop right in front of the school gate, with the front of the car less than half a meter away from the luxury bus.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Western media reporters immediately pointed their cameras at the suddenly appearing steel behemoth.

The car window slowly rolled down.

Lin Ye rested one hand on the steering wheel and leaned out of the car.

Lin Ye glanced at the bus blocking the road, then at Fatty Wang sitting on the ground bleeding.

His face instantly darkened.

"Fatty," Lin Ye called out.

Fatty Wang looked up and saw Lin Ye sitting in the armored vehicle, and was stunned.

"Brother Ye?" Fatty Wang quickly scrambled to his feet, clutching his bleeding arm. "Your...your car is really cool!"

Lin Ye didn't answer, his gaze sweeping over the soy milk and steamed buns on the ground.

"Did they push it?" Lin Ye asked.

Fatty Wang gritted his teeth and nodded.

Lin Ye turned his head and looked at the white bodyguard who was leading the group.

"Three seconds." Lin Ye's tone was extremely calm, without even the slightest emotional fluctuation. "Get out of the way."

The white bodyguard first glanced at the extravagantly designed armored vehicle, then fixed his gaze on Lin Ye's young face.

He didn't take this young man from China in a suit seriously at all.

In their eyes, apart from a few older generation martial arts practitioners, the younger generation in the Dragon Kingdom were all worthless trash.

"Are you ordering me around?" The bodyguard strode up to the front of the Knight XVI.

He raised the large hand that had just pushed Wang Pangzi away and slammed it heavily onto the hood of the armored vehicle.

boom!

The composite ceramic armor showed no deformation, but a very clear muddy handprint was left on it.

That was dirt that the bodyguard got on his hands when he pulled out the iron railing.

"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, this toy car's pretty cool." The bodyguard said defiantly, tapping the bulletproof glass with his finger. "I'm not giving way today, what are you going to do about it?"

inside the car.

Xia Wanqiu's hand had already reached the handle of the gun at her waist.

"Lin Ye, this person is a C-level strength ability user," Xia Wanqiu quickly reported. "His physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, be careful."

Lin Ye didn't listen at all.

He stared intently at the muddy handprint on the hood.

He spent a lot of money to get this car, and he usually wouldn't even go to a roadside stall to wash it. Now, someone has left a muddy paw print on it.

How much does it cost to wash your car?

Lin Ye sighed.

"Foreigners these days really have no sense of public morality whatsoever."

Lin Ye pushed open the driver's side door and stepped out of the car.

He didn't close the door, casually tugged at the hem of his suit jacket, and walked up to the two-meter-tall white bodyguard in his shiny leather shoes.

The two have a significant height difference.

The bodyguard looked down at Lin Ye, his mockery deepening.

The surrounding media reporters frantically pressed the shutter button, and the flashes went off everywhere.

The foreign students on the bus started shouting again.

"Break his legs!"

"Let him know the power of Western superhumans!"

Fatty Wang shouted anxiously, "Brother Ye! Don't be impulsive! They're incredibly strong; they can even bend iron bars!"

Lin Ye picked at his ear and turned to look at the bodyguard.

"You got my car paint dirty and pushed my brother." Lin Ye pointed to the steamed buns on the ground. "Pick up those buns, eat them, and then pay me 100,000 yuan for the car wash."

The bodyguard paused for two seconds, then burst into extremely exaggerated laughter.

"One hundred thousand yuan? Are you out of your mind?"

The bodyguard's smile vanished instantly, replaced by extreme cruelty.

The muscles in his right arm suddenly swelled up, and the sleeve of his suit was torn open.

C-level power abilities fully erupted.

"Not only will I not lose money, I'm going to shove your head inside your toy car!"

The bodyguard roared and swung his fist, which was bigger than a clay pot.

The fist tore through the air, accompanied by an extremely ear-piercing sonic boom, and smashed straight toward Lin Ye's temple.

boom!

An extremely dull thud resounded in front of the main gate of Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences.

There was no scene of brains splattering as everyone had expected, nor was there the gruesome sight of Lin Ye flying backwards.

Lin Ye had one hand in his suit trouser pocket and his right hand raised casually.

Five well-defined fingers firmly enveloped the fist of the clay pot, which was a size larger than him.

The sneer on the lead bodyguard's face froze instantly.

He felt that his punch, which was powerful enough to smash through an iron plate, had not landed on a person at all, but rather on a massive, rooted titanium alloy mountain.

Lin Ye didn't even sway his body, and his leather shoes didn't even kick up a speck of dust.

"With that kind of strength, could you earn three hundred yuan a day carrying bricks on a construction site?" Lin Ye's tone was particularly irritated. "With this little skill, you dare to slap my hood?"

The bodyguard was shocked and quickly pulled his hand back.

Not moving.

That fair hand, like a hydraulic clamp, gripped his finger bones tightly.

"You've dirtied my car." Lin Ye tightened his grip slightly.

Click!

The sound of bones shattering was clearly transmitted throughout the venue via the microphones of the surrounding media.

The bodyguard's fist was crushed into a comminuted fracture, the white bone breaking through his skin.

"ah--!"

The two-meter-tall burly man let out a pig-like scream, his knees buckled, and he knelt directly in front of Lin Ye's leather shoes.

Cold sweat streamed down the bodyguard's forehead. He was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and he couldn't even utter a complete English curse.

On the bus.

The Western students who had been making a fuss and mocking each other fell silent, staring wide-eyed out of the car.

The teacher leading the exchange group pushed open the car door and rushed out in a fit of rage.

This is a middle-aged white man dressed in an elegant tailcoat, holding a walking stick made of pure silver.

"Stop! What are you doing?!" the teacher in charge roared in fluent Chinese, pointing her walking stick at Lin Ye. "We are international friends invited to China for academic exchange! How dare you attack our security personnel in public!"

He turned and loudly accused the media cameras around him.

"Is this how the Dragon Kingdom treats its guests? This is an extremely egregious diplomatic incident! I protest to your officials! I will make you pay the price!"