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

at the same time.

The highest-security conference room in Beijing.

On the huge electronic screen, live footage of the stadium is being played.

Chief Li sat at the head of the conference table, his hands crossed on the table, the veins on the back of his hands slightly bulging.

Several high-ranking officials from the National Security Bureau and military generals on either side were all staring intently at the screen, their palms sweating.

"What's going on with Zhao Jianguo's side?" An elderly man with the rank of lieutenant general slammed his hand on the table. "It's almost midnight, why hasn't Lin Ye arrived yet? Is there a traffic jam on the way?"

"Even a traffic jam shouldn't have lasted this long." Another high-ranking official frowned, his tone worried. "Taylor is at the peak of S-class, only half a step away from SS-class. Can Lin Ye's bulletproof suit and heavy firepower really suppress a monster of this level?"

Chief Li didn't speak, but stared intently at the empty passageway on the screen.

At this moment, the entire leadership of the Dragon Kingdom placed their hopes on a freshman.

It's exactly twelve o'clock.

The countdown clock inside the venue let out a long chime.

There was still no movement at the entrance to the Dragon Kingdom Pass.

The hearts of tens of thousands of Chinese students in the audience sank to the bottom. An extreme sense of frustration spread through the crowd.

Wang Pangzi stood on the stands, sweating profusely with anxiety, frantically dialing Lin Ye's cell phone, only to hear a dial tone indicating that the call could not be connected.

"Time is up."

Taylor let out a sinister laugh.

The lightning power on his body surged wildly, and he condensed an extremely terrifying blue lightning ball in his hands.

"Since that good-for-nothing is too scared to come out, then you can all die in his place!"

Taylor raised the thunderball, ready to smash it into the surrounding stands.

The five S-class ability users following behind him also exerted their power at the same time, and various violent elemental energies gathered on the arena, ready to launch indiscriminate attacks at any time.

Just as all the students of the Dragon Kingdom closed their eyes in despair, and the top officials in the capital were preparing to order a forced intervention.

From deep within the passage, a highly discordant noise suddenly arose.

"ah--"

A drawn-out yawn echoed clearly through the entire stadium, carried by the sound from the corridor walls.

Taylor stopped what he was doing.

The spotlights of the entire venue instantly shone on the entrance to the Dragon Kingdom passage.

Tens of millions of eyes around the world are fixed on that spot.

A tall, thin figure slowly walked out, carrying an extremely cheap-looking red, white, and blue snakeskin bag on one shoulder.

Lin Ye was dressed extremely casually today.

A simple white T-shirt, a pair of casual trousers, and a pair of sneakers.

Her hair was still messy, clearly indicating that she had been forced to work overtime shortly after waking up.

The Chinese students in the stands, who had been feeling extremely frustrated, erupted in thunderous cheers upon seeing this familiar figure.

"Brother Ye is here!" Fatty Wang stood on the front row chair, his face flushed with excitement, waving his school uniform jacket wildly. "Let's beat these foreigners! Let them know how powerful Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences is!"

The old principal, sitting in the VIP section, let out a long sigh of relief and quickly stuffed the nitroglycerin pills back into his pocket.

On the arena.

Taylor frowned deeply as he watched Lin Ye walk out.

He originally thought that anyone who dared to take on such a life-or-death battle must be a hidden master from the Dragon Kingdom, or a super soldier wearing high-tech armor.

What came out was actually an ordinary college student carrying a tattered snakeskin bag.

Moreover, there was not a single trace of energy fluctuation on this young man's body.

He was just an ordinary person without any supernatural powers.

Lin Ye walked to the edge of the arena, without using any lightness skills, and obediently walked up the steps one by one.

He stopped about ten meters in front of Taylor.

Lin Ye casually tossed the snakeskin bag on his shoulder to the ground.

boom!

The burlap sack hit the composite wood floor with an extremely dull thud.

The bag emitted the sound of metal objects clashing violently, their weight far exceeding that of normal items.

The five early-stage S-class ability users following Taylor were all startled by the loud noise.

Lin Ye didn't even look at Taylor.

He lowered his head, kicked the floorboards that Taylor had just cracked, then looked up at the shattered military-grade blast-proof glass.

Lin Ye's expression turned extremely disgusted.

"This explosion-proof glass is a military-grade special material, costing tens of thousands per square meter." Lin Ye pointed to the floor. "This composite floor isn't cheap either, and you've ruined it all."

Lin Ye pointed at Taylor's exaggerated tactical armor.

"You foreigners really don't value other people's things; you have no sense of public morality at all."

"When we settle the bill later, all these repair costs will be deducted from your pension." Lin Ye calculated the bill seriously. "Damaging public property is a matter of course, and you have to pay for it."

Taylor was stunned for a full three seconds before bursting into an extremely arrogant laugh.

"Compensation?" Taylor asked in broken Chinese, pointing to the snakeskin bag on the ground. "Is there really no one left in China? They actually sent an ordinary scavenger to his death? You think a bag of scrap metal can stop the power of an S-class ability user?"

On the public channels of the international dark web, netizens from outside the internet went wild with joy.

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly, the screen filled with taunts in various languages.

"Hahaha! This is the Dragon Kingdom's trump card? A ragpicker in slippers?"

"He doesn't even have a decent suit of armor! Is he trying to be funny?!"

"Commander Taylor could turn him into mincemeat with a single finger! This game is an insult to the Western Conference!"

In the live stream on the Dragon Kingdom's side, many netizens who were unaware of the truth were also jumping up and down in anxiety, completely unable to understand why the official would entrust the fate of the nation to such an unreliable young man.

On the arena.

Lin Ye completely ignored Taylor's mockery.

He looked up, his gaze passing over the high stands, and accurately located the one-way glass window of the second-floor monitoring room.

Lin Ye raised his right hand and made a perfectly standard "OK" gesture towards the monitoring room.

The monitoring room on the second floor.

Zhao Jianguo held the walkie-talkie, sweating profusely with anxiety.

He quickly walked to the glass window, waved vigorously downstairs, and nodded repeatedly, indicating that the funds had completed the special approval process and could be disbursed at any time.

Upon receiving confirmation, Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, stop dawdling." Lin Ye turned to the foreign referee next to him who was trembling with fear. "Hurry up and get the procedure done. Bring over that waiver of claim."

The referee, trembling, walked onto the ring carrying two documents.

Taylor grinned maliciously, signed his name on the document, and then crushed the pen into powder.

Lin Ye took another document, didn't even look at the contents, scribbled a couple of times, and threw the pen back to the referee.

"The international exchange match is now officially starting!" The referee shouted this with all his might, then scrambled off the stage and ran straight out of the stadium, afraid of being affected by the energy ripples that followed.

The outer layer of the ten-meter-high explosion-proof glass is equipped with a semi-transparent blue energy-absorbing shield that is fully activated.

The entire arena was completely sealed off.

Taylor stood still, showing no intention of making a move.

He felt that dealing with an ordinary person personally was beneath him.

"Hurricane." Taylor turned his head slightly and ordered a young white man behind him, "Go and cut off his limbs. Don't kill him. I want him to watch this stadium be razed to the ground."