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

Let's rewind to yesterday afternoon.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, the third teaching building of Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences.

In the first-floor lecture hall, the first-year students' last general education class had just begun.

Lin Ye was fast asleep, lying on the last row of tables by the window.

After finishing that "300 million appearance fee" overtime game in the 10,000-seat stadium in the morning, he went back to his dormitory and changed into a white cotton T-shirt and trousers.

After a satisfying meal, it's just in time for the afternoon's general education class. For working people, taking paid breaks to catch up on sleep is a basic skill.

Xia Wanqiu sat next to him.

She held a thick textbook in her hand, propped it up on the table, and it blocked the glaring sunlight streaming in from the window, casting a shadow on Lin Ye's profile.

With her other hand, she held a pen and scribbled down important points in her notebook, occasionally glancing at Lin Ye, who was sleeping soundly on his back.

Wang Pangzi in the front row was looking down, frantically rubbing his hands on his phone screen, thoroughly enjoying playing a game.

The atmosphere in the classroom was quiet and peaceful.

Until a series of extremely heavy footsteps came from the corridor.

boom!

The back door of the lecture hall was kicked open, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

The old professor on the podium was startled, and the chalk in his hand fell to the ground. The entire class turned around in unison.

A tall, white young man, about 1.9 meters tall and wearing a tight vest, swaggered in.

Tom.

A member of the Western exchange group, a B-level power-enhanced ability user.

During the morning's ring match, he had diarrhea in the toilet due to acclimatization issues, completely missing the famous scene of Lin Ye lifting a Gatling gun with one hand.

When he came out of the restroom, the main force of the exchange group had already been carried onto ambulances. Even Smith, the leader of the group at the peak of S-class, was so frightened that he ran back to the hotel.

Tom was seething with anger.

He dared not provoke the rumored demon carrying a snakeskin bag, but in front of tens of thousands of ordinary students at Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, he still felt superior to them.

Tom walked into the classroom and glanced around the back row.

He immediately set his sights on Xia Wanqiu, who was sitting in the corner.

She's beautiful, with a cool and aloof air, far superior to those ordinary, vulgar women in the West.

Tom's eyes lit up, and he strode over to the last row.

"Beautiful lady," Tom said in broken Chinese, his hands resting on Xia Wanqiu's desk, "classes in your Dragon Country are so boring. How about we go for a coffee?"

Xia Wanqiu didn't even look up, continuing to write in her notebook.

"Move aside, you're blocking the light," Xia Wanqiu said calmly.

Tom was enraged by this dismissive attitude.

Although he wasn't ranked highly in the Western Extraordinary Alliance, he was still looked up to by ordinary people wherever he went.

"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?" Tom sneered, glancing at the other Chinese students in the classroom. His voice rose eight octaves. "A bunch of bookworms who only know how to study. You Chinese, except for that monster in the suit, are all utterly useless trash!"

These words caused an uproar among the Chinese students in the classroom.

Fatty Wang was the first to stand up and slam his phone on the table.

"Hey foreigner, watch your mouth!" Fatty Wang pointed at Tom's nose. "Didn't you get beaten up enough in the gym? What are you doing coming to our teaching building to act all high and mighty!"

Several boys also stood up, clenching their fists.

Tom sneered and slapped the empty solid wood desk next to him.

Click!

The sturdy desk snapped in half on the spot, its wooden planks shattering all over the floor.

The terrifying power of the B-level enhanced ability user was unleashed without reservation.

"What? You want to fight?" Tom clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking like popping beans. "I can break all your ribs with one punch. Anyone want to try?"

Several boys who had just stood up were stunned by this force, their faces turned pale, and they stopped in their tracks.

The gap between ordinary people and those with superpowers is indeed an insurmountable chasm.

Seeing that he had the situation under control, Tom turned around triumphantly, stretched out his large, hairy hand, and touched Xia Wanqiu's face directly.

"Just follow me obediently, don't force me to use force."

Xia Wanqiu sighed.

She put down her pen, and her right hand naturally reached into the canvas bag beside her, her fingers already on the trigger of the specially made large-caliber pistol.

If that dirty hand dares to move even an inch closer, she'll fire right there in the school building.

Just then.

A sigh came from the side.

"What's all the noise about in the middle of the afternoon?" Lin Ye picked at his ear, his face full of impatience. "Don't you know that if working people don't take a nap at noon, they'll break down in the afternoon?"

Tom looked at the sleepy-eyed boy in the white T-shirt and didn't take him seriously at all.

"Who do you think you are, daring to interfere in my business?" Tom swung his fist and punched Lin Ye in the face. "Shut up!"

Xia Wanqiu stopped drawing her gun and silently withdrew her hand.

Lin Ye didn't even fully open his eyelids.

He didn't even look at the huge fist that slammed into the pot, and casually pulled out a piece of chalk that some teacher had left behind from the drawer of the table.

Thumb hooks around middle finger, holding the half of chalk between fingertips.

Aiming at Tom.

With a flick of a finger.

There were no fluctuations of true energy, nor any fancy special effects.

It was the terrifying muscle explosive power generated by the intermediate super serum that gave this piece of chalk extremely abnormal initial kinetic energy in 0.01 seconds.

call out!

A deafening sonic boom echoed through the air.

The fragile chalk transformed into a sniper armor-piercing bullet, grazing Tom's cheek as it flew past.

boom!

The reinforced concrete load-bearing wall behind Tom emitted a dull thud.

The wall plaster cracked, and rubble flew everywhere.

The broken piece of chalk was driven into the hard wall, leaving only a white tail sticking out.

The surrounding walls were covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Tom's hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze completely.

A burning pain shot through my cheek, and a bloodstain slowly appeared, with blood dripping down my chin.

If he had been off by even a millimeter, his head would have exploded on the spot, just like that desk.

Extreme fear instantly broke through Tom's psychological defenses.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, and a foul stench emanated from his crotch.

Tom collapsed to the ground and peed himself.

"Pay for the table." Lin Ye pointed to the smashed desk.

Tom didn't care about paying compensation. He scrambled to his feet, not daring to look back, and rushed out of the classroom through the back door like a madman, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Lin Ye covered his nose with extreme disgust and waved his hand.

"This smell is too strong." Lin Ye changed seats, moving a little further away from the puddle. "Fatty, go get a mop and mop it up. I'll give you five yuan for your service."

After saying that, Lin Ye lay back down on the table, and two seconds later, his breathing became steady again.

Xia Wanqiu glanced at the piece of chalk on the wall, then at the soundly sleeping Lin Ye, and propped the textbook up again to continue shielding him from the sun.

at the same time.

In the corridor outside the lecture hall.

Through a glass window, a man dressed in a school cleaner's uniform was holding a rag and pretending to wipe the windowsill.

Venomous snake.

A top assassin of the Blood Killing Sect, possessing early-stage Grandmaster-level strength.

After receiving the order from the sect leader Nie Wushuang, he immediately sneaked into the school, changed into a cleaning uniform, and scouted the school.

They happened to be able to see the whole scene unfolding in the lecture hall.

The viper put away the rag, turned and walked towards the blind spot of the surveillance camera at the stairwell, letting out an extremely disdainful sneer.

"I thought this student being protected by the National Security Bureau was some kind of master of external martial arts."

The snake, recalling the image of the chalk passing through the wall, drew its own conclusion.

"To be able to compress internal energy into a fragile piece of chalk, this hidden weapon technique is indeed extremely exquisite. However, such a trick that consumes so much internal energy can hardly be used more than a few times in actual combat."

In the understanding of the ancient martial arts world, only by circulating internal energy to its extreme can ordinary objects possess such destructive power.

The venomous snake never considered the possibility of pure physical strength, because that completely contradicts common sense in human physiology.

"In a direct confrontation, your hidden weapon might cause me some trouble." Viper touched the bamboo tube at his waist filled with "Sleepy Death" poison gas, "but when it comes to assassination, you won't even have a chance to make a move."

The viper lowered the brim of his hat and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Tonight, your head will be the spoils of the Blood Slaughter Sect."