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

The sound of camera shutters clicking filled the air, and flashes went off wildly.

Inside the school gate, the former principal, accompanied by several school leaders, pushed his way through the crowd, sweating profusely.

The old headmaster was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet, and the back of his shirt was soaked with sweat.

He had already heard about the eight geniuses whose legs were broken last night. Today, these foreigners specifically came to Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, clearly to cause trouble.

He wanted to call the police, but the National Security Bureau prevented him from using heavy firepower.

Seeing Lin Ye cripple the other party's bodyguard, the old principal almost couldn't catch his breath.

"Oh dear, Lin, step back immediately!" The old principal quickly rushed over to smooth things over. "This is a foreign guest; we can't just lay a hand on him! If it causes an international dispute, our school can't afford the consequences!"

When the teacher in charge saw the principal come out, his attitude became even more arrogant.

"Are you the principal of this school?" The teacher leading the group tapped the ground with his cane. "Expel this thug immediately! And make him kneel down and apologize in public! Otherwise, our exchange group will be heading home right now, and tomorrow's headlines around the world will be filled with reports of your Dragon Country's rudeness and barbarity!"

Lin Ye completely ignored the teacher in charge.

He dismissively shook off the bodyguard's hand and slowly pulled the folding phone from his suit pocket.

Open the memo.

"That 100,000 was for the car wash," Lin Ye muttered to himself, tapping his fingers on the screen. "Your bodyguard not only dirtied my car but also injured my brother. That's intentional assault."

He looked up at the teacher leading the group.

"In addition, you just pointed a stick at me, which caused me serious psychological trauma and reputational damage."

Lin Ye held his phone screen up and brought it close to the teacher in charge.

"The car repair costs, compensation for emotional distress, and medical expenses, all added together, will amount to ten million."

Lin Ye pointed to the bus that was blocking the middle of the road.

"Transfer the money now, immediately. If it's a penny less, none of you on this bus will be allowed to enter the school today."

The teacher in charge was stunned.

He has led tours to so many countries, and they have always been treated like royalty.

I was actually extorted in the street by a student from China today?

"Ten million?" The teacher in charge trembled with rage, pointing at Lin Ye's nose. "Are you crazy! This is blatant extortion! I'm calling the police to arrest you!"

Lin Ye sighed.

"Foreigners these days not only lack manners, but they also like to renege on their debts."

Lin Ye raised his right foot and kicked the cane of the teacher in charge.

boom!

The walking stick, made of pure silver, broke in two.

The teacher in charge was so shaken by the huge recoil that he stumbled back several steps and landed on his backside, unable to get up for a long time.

"Enough with the nonsense." Lin Ye looked down at him. "I hate it when people owe me money and don't pay it back. If you don't pay, you're not getting through this door today."

The old principal was so frightened that his legs went weak.

"Lin, don't be impulsive!" The old principal slapped his thigh anxiously. "With so many people watching, this is extortion! You'll go to jail!"

Fatty Wang, also clutching his bleeding arm, came closer and lowered his voice.

"Brother Ye, forget it, we can't afford to mess with them. These foreigners have international backing them, if this gets out of hand you won't even be able to go to school anymore."

Lin Ye patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder.

"I've already paid the tuition, who dares not to expel me?" Lin Ye said calmly. "This money is what they owe us, it's only right and proper."

Just then, the bus doors opened again.

An extremely pungent ozone smell wafted out of the carriage.

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a white suit, stepped down.

He was enveloped in tiny purple electric sparks, and with each step he took, the concrete ground beneath his feet crackled slightly.

Adam.

One of the ace members of this exchange group, an A-level lightning ability user.

He walked up to the teacher in charge, wearing leather shoes, without even glancing at the teacher on the ground, and stood directly in front of Lin Ye.

Adam was very tall, with an arrogant look on his face, as he looked Lin Ye up and down in his pure black bulletproof suit.

"Interesting." Adam said in slightly accented Chinese, "He crushed the bones of a C-level strength esper with one hand. It seems that not everyone in China is a complete waste."

Adam raised his hand, purple arcs of electricity dancing on his fingertips.

He stared at Lin Ye, his face full of provocation.

"Last night, we saw that video on the dark web. Archbishop Augustus of the Holy Alliance died in the Dragon Kingdom."

Adam spoke in a very low voice, so that only Lin Ye could hear him.

"We located the signal source, which is near Jiangcheng. Moreover, the person in the video is carrying a red, white, and blue striped snakeskin bag."

Adam's gaze passed over Lin Ye and landed on the back seat of the Knight XVI.

There happened to be a fertilizer bag there.

"You're the dragon monster who killed Augustus?" Adam's expression was extremely fanatical.

Lin Ye picked at his ear.

"How dare you talk like that? What monster? I'm just a freshman who's working during the summer to earn my tuition."

Lin Ye tapped on the hood of the Knight XVI.

"Ten million, pay up now. It's the weekend, I need to get back to sleep."

Adam burst into laughter.

"Money? We in the Western Extraordinary Alliance have plenty of money." Adam's lightning surged dramatically, instantly raising the surrounding air temperature. "But you'll have to be alive to take it!"

Adam assumed a fighting stance, and a high-voltage arc of purple lightning formed between his hands.

"Come on! Fight me!" Adam pointed at Lin Ye. "Those geniuses from China yesterday were too weak; they couldn't even withstand a single move from me. I hope you can make me break a sweat!"

The surrounding media reporters quickly stepped back, fearing they might be affected by the terrifying lightning strikes.

The old headmaster was so anxious he kept stamping his feet, but he didn't dare to go any closer.

Lin Ye looked at Adam as if he were an idiot.

He slowly put his phone back into his pocket.

"A friendly spar?" Lin Ye asked, his tone extremely irritated.

"Do you take me for a monkey performing on the street?"

Lin Ye extended one finger.

"When I take on freelance work, I always have a clearly stated price."

"My current appearance fee is 300 million."

Lin Ye patted the dust off his suit.

"Can you afford it? If you don't have the money, get out of here and don't delay me from collecting my car repair fees."