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

Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, 10,000-seat gymnasium.

The stands were packed with people, and even the aisles were overflowing.

Several high-definition cameras were set up around the ring, and red work lights flashed frequently.

On the public channels of the international dark web, a live stream called "Western Superhumans Crush the Dragon Kingdom" instantly topped the popularity charts, with the number of online viewers exceeding three million.

The screen was filled with foreign language comments scrolling wildly, all mocking China.

On the arena.

A second-year male college student, dressed in traditional Chinese martial arts uniform, knelt on one knee, clutching his chest.

His face was covered in blood, his right arm was twisted unnaturally, and bone fragments pierced his skin, exposed to the air.

This is the vice president of the Ancient Martial Arts Club at Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, a martial artist at the mid-stage of the Ming Jin realm.

Standing in front of him was a lean, white young man.

The young man toyed with a semi-transparent wind blade in his hand, his face full of disdain.

"Too slow." The young white man spoke in broken Chinese, casually dispersing the wind blades. "You call this martial arts? You're just wasting my time. You can't even withstand one of my moves, and you still have the nerve to stand on the stage?"

The white youth raised his right leg and kicked the boy hard in the chest.

The sound of a rib breaking echoed throughout the venue through the microphone.

The boy slid four or five meters on the ground before falling off the ring and crashing heavily onto the hard concrete floor, instantly losing consciousness.

Medical staff quickly carried the stretcher and rushed to the scene to save the person.

This is the third one already.

Less than ten minutes into the exchange match, all three elite members of the ancient martial arts club sent by the Dragon Kingdom had their bones broken by the opponent in an extremely cruel manner, and were carried off the field seriously injured.

The entire stadium was filled with extreme oppression and humiliation.

Tens of thousands of Chinese students had bloodshot eyes and clenched their fists so tightly that they didn't even notice their fingernails digging into their flesh.

"This is outrageous!" A male student from the physical education department slammed his fist on the back of his seat, cursing angrily. "They're not here for exchange at all; every move they make is aimed at crippling people!"

"Who else from our school can get in? Where's the club president?"

"The club president had his leg broken and was hospitalized last night! No one can beat these superhumans now!"

First row of the stands.

The old principal was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and his hands were trembling.

He took out two nitroglycerin pills from his pocket and put them in his mouth.

"What are we going to do? What are we going to do?" The old principal slapped his thigh in frustration. "If this keeps up, several of our students will be beaten to death! What about that student, Lin?"

Xia Wanqiu sat beside her, biting her lip tightly, her face deathly pale.

She looked around anxiously, searching for the figure in the all-black suit, but couldn't find a soul in sight.

On the arena.

Adam, who had just been slapped away by Lin Ye at the school gate, now walked up with his head wrapped in thick bandages.

His left cheek was swollen, but that did not diminish his arrogance in the slightest.

Adam took the microphone from the host and shouted directly at the camera.

"This is the ancient martial art your Dragon Kingdom is so proud of?" Adam gave a thumbs-up, then slowly lowered it in an extremely insulting gesture. "Too weak! Utterly defenseless!"

"I'm going into battle injured, and your Dragon Kingdom doesn't even have a single person who can make me sweat."

"In my opinion, what you call Chinese martial arts are nothing more than morning calisthenics done on the playground!"

Adam pointed at the tens of thousands of Chinese students below the stage and laughed wildly.

"Who else dares to come up and get beaten up? Hurry up, don't delay our celebration at the bar!"

The Western exchange group members below the ring also joined in the commotion, whistling incessantly.

These words were amplified and broadcast throughout the venue, and were even simultaneously streamed to the dark web.

Western viewers flooded the screen with comments, unleashing a torrent of insults.

The internet in China exploded with anger, with netizens so furious they wanted to reach through the internet and tear Adam apart.

at the same time.

In a secluded corner outside the side entrance of the stadium.

Lin Ye was squatting on the steps, taking off his shiny leather shoes and casually stuffing them into the red, white and blue snakeskin bag next to him.

He pulled out a pair of breathable sneakers from the bottom of the bag and put them on.

"These leather shoes are a bit stuffy," Lin Ye muttered.

He took out his folding phone, and the screen displayed Zhao Jianguo's call interface.

"Old Zhao, why hasn't the 300 million been transferred yet?" Lin Ye asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Jianguo's voice trembled with anxiety, and the background noise was filled with the clatter of keyboards.

"Mr. Lin, we're already handling this urgently!" Zhao Jianguo shouted into the phone. "You need to go to the ring and hold them off! Those foreigners are too ruthless; they've almost destroyed the dantian of our Chinese student!"

"No way." Lin Ye refused outright, his attitude extremely firm. "I won't act until I see results; that's a basic principle for any worker. What if I finish the work and your finance department blocks my reimbursement process? Who can I complain to?"

"I guarantee it with the credibility of the National Security Bureau!" Zhao Jianguo slammed his fist on the table in his anxiety, "We absolutely will not obstruct your process!"

"Come on," Lin Ye tapped the steps. "Send the money first."

The voice just fell.

A notification popped up at the top of my phone with a message from UBS announcing the arrival of funds.

"Your anonymous account has been credited with 300,000,000.00 Dragon Kingdom Currency."

Lin Ye looked at the string of zeros, and the annoyance on his face vanished instantly.

"Alright, Lao Zhao, the money's here." Lin Ye stood up, dusted off his suit trousers, and said, "Have someone prepare the stretcher. I'm in a hurry to go back to sleep and try to finish within five minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Ye picked up a red, white, and blue snakeskin bag with one hand and walked towards the corridor of the stadium.

Inside the stadium.

The fourth student from China has been forced to the edge of the arena.

This is a freshman who has practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) for several years. At this moment, he is covered in blood and can't even stand up.

Adam, his body wreathed in purple arcs of electricity, approached step by step, his expression utterly cruel.

"Still not admitting defeat?" Adam sneered. "Then I'll completely cripple you!"

He clasped his hands together abruptly, his A-level lightning power surging wildly within him, and a highly compressed ball of lightning condensed in his palms.

The lightning bolt emitted a piercing crackling sound, and the surrounding air was distorted by the intense heat.

"Go to hell!"

Adam roared and slammed the lightning ball hard into the freshman's abdomen, near his dantian.

If this strike lands, the lightning will directly destroy the meridians, and this new student will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, becoming a complete cripple.

The old principal gripped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands.

Xia Wanqiu suddenly stood up, her hand already inside her backpack, ready to draw her gun to save the person.

At this critical moment.

A piercing whistling sound suddenly emanated from the depths of the passage.

A giant red, white, and blue object, carrying violent kinetic energy, tore through the air and shot out from the tunnel entrance.

The speed was extremely fast.

Adam only felt a blur before his eyes, and didn't even have time to react.

boom!

The red, white, and blue striped snakeskin bag hit Adam's newly bandaged face with perfect accuracy.

The bag was filled with various odds and ends, weighing at least fifty pounds.

With its immense acceleration, the destructive force of this thing when it hits is astonishing.

The sound of the impact was extremely dull.

Adam's nasal bone shattered on the spot, and blood mixed with snot gushed out.

He tumbled twice in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the floor in the center of the ring.

The condensed ball of lightning lost control and dissipated in mid-air.

The tens of thousands of people in the audience fell into a deathly silence.

All eyes were on the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag that had fallen onto the ring.

The barrage of comments scrolling wildly in the dark web live stream also paused briefly.

Passageway entrance.

Lin Ye, dressed in a pure black top-of-the-line custom bulletproof suit and sneakers, slowly walked out while yawning.

"What's all this noise about in the middle of the day?" Lin Ye picked at his ear, his face full of impatience. "Aren't you going to let people earn some extra money?"