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

The castle gate is a huge gate made of special alloy, as heavy as a bank vault door, covered with rivets, exuding an aura of "keep away, strangers."

Lin Ye walked to the door, not even bothering to look for any mechanism or combination lock.

He raised his right foot, which was clad in flip-flops, and casually kicked the heavy alloy door.

"Bang!"

A deep, muffled thud resounded, and the entire castle seemed to tremble.

The alloy gate, strong enough to withstand the impact of a heavy truck, sank inward in an exaggerated arc from the point where his toes touched it, and countless fine cracks spread out instantly like a spider web.

Lin Ye withdrew his foot, frowned as he looked at the clear slipper print on the door.

"Tsk, the quality is not bad, it can withstand one of my kicks."

He muttered something, then added another kick.

"BOOM—!!!"

This time, the entire alloy door could no longer hold on, and along with the heavy door frame, it was kicked away by an irresistible force, crashing into the deep hall inside the castle with a series of loud metallic clanging and shattering sounds.

Lin Ye patted the dust off his trousers, slung his empty snakeskin bag over his shoulder, and strolled inside leisurely.

The moment he stepped into the hall, a refined and magnetic male voice, amplified by a loudspeaker, came from hidden speakers all around.

"Welcome, mysterious powerful figure."

"Your strength exceeds my imagination, and it makes me... even more excited."

Lin Ye stopped, picked at his ear, and looked around with a puzzled expression: "Who is it? Trying to summon a soul? Is it your HR?"

The voice seemed to choke for a moment, pausing for two seconds before continuing, its tone now carrying a hint of arrogance.

"I am the master of this castle, the ruler of the Abyss. You may call me the Lord of the Abyss."

"Young man, you possess a body and strength that even the gods would envy, yet you waste it on earning meager commissions. Don't you think that's blasphemy?"

"Join me!" The Lord of the Abyss's voice suddenly rose, filled with a seductive magic. "As long as you swear allegiance to me, I promise you, this world will be shared equally between you and me! Wealth, power, beautiful women—everything you desire will be within your grasp!"

Lin Ye rolled his eyes as he listened to this speech, which was overflowing with chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).

"I've seen plenty of empty promises, and there are plenty of people who can make them even more elaborate than yours."

He cleared his throat, faced a security camera on the ceiling, and asked in a serious tone, "I have a few questions for you."

"First, does your company provide social insurance and housing fund contributions? Are they the highest or lowest rates?"

"Secondly, is there double pay for working on weekends? What about statutory holidays?"

"Third, how many months' bonus will it be? Is there paid annual leave? How's the food in the cafeteria? Is accommodation provided? Is it a single room or a dormitory?"

"..."

The sound from the loudspeaker abruptly stopped.

The entire castle fell into a deathly silence.

A full half minute passed before the Lord of the Abyss's voice, suppressing his boundless rage, rang out again, all elegance gone, replaced by a furious roar.

"You...you ungrateful fool! How dare you use these mundane things to measure supreme glory?!"

Lin Ye pursed his lips, his expression turning extremely impatient.

"Look at you, you can't even name the most basic employee benefits, and you expect me to work my ass off for you?"

He put the snakeskin bag on his shoulder down on the ground.

"Enough with the nonsense! I'm here for the $100 million bounty! Hand over your head now, I have to catch my flight after I clock out!"

"You...you're asking for it!"

Negotiations have completely broken down.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

With the Lord of the Abyss's final hysterical roar, dozens of dark cannon barrels suddenly emerged from the crenellations of the second and third floors of the castle.

They were a group of well-equipped Abyss mercenaries, all of them carrying RPG-7 rocket launchers on their shoulders, the menacing warheads already aimed at Lin Ye in the hall below, ready to carry out a brutal carpet bombing.

"Sigh, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences."

Lin Ye looked at the dozens of dark cannon muzzles and shook his head.

He bent down and reached into the seemingly ordinary red, white, and blue snakeskin bag.

The next second, under the incredulous gaze of the Lord of the Abyss in the monitoring room...

Lin Ye pulled out an RPG-7 rocket launcher from the bag... a dark, equally grimy object, brimming with Soviet-style violent aesthetics!

Before the Lord of the Abyss could even recover from his shock...

Lin Ye then took out a second... a third... a fourth... from the bag.

In less than ten seconds, a dozen RPG launchers and piles of rockets wrapped in oil paper were neatly arranged at his feet.

"Fire! Fire! Blow him to pieces!!!"

In the monitoring room, the Lord of the Abyss let out a terrified scream.

The mercenaries on the city wall finally realized what was happening, and they were just about to pull the trigger.

late.

Lin Ye made a move.

The terrifying speed and power brought by the Grandmaster-level fighting technique were on full display at this moment.

His figure moved so fast that he left a trail of afterimages in his wake.

He grabbed a launcher with one hand and carried it on his shoulder, while with the other hand he swiftly tore open the oil paper package and stuffed a rocket into the barrel. The whole movement was fluid and seamless, so fast that it was dazzling.

He didn't even aim properly; he simply raised the muzzle of the cannon, pointed it at a crenellation on the second floor, and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh—!!!"

A sharp shriek!

The rocket, trailing a long plume of flame, was like an arrow released from a bow, arriving first despite being launched later!

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang echoed from the second-floor city wall!

The mercenary, who hadn't even had a chance to fire, was blown into a dazzling fireball along with his RPG, with debris and limbs flying everywhere.

Lin Ye's movements did not stop for the slightest.

He threw away the empty launcher, grabbed the second one, loaded it, and fired!

"Whoosh—!"

"boom--!"

Another crenellation was precisely hit!

In just a few seconds, he alone unleashed the suppressive firepower that would normally require an entire artillery company!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Like free fireworks, rockets streaked with death as they hurtled towards the second and third floors of the castle.

The Abyss mercenaries on the city wall were completely stunned.

Their once-proud firepower coverage has now become a huge joke.

They didn't even have a chance to aim before they were completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming barrage of rockets that came back.

Boom! ...

The explosions were deafening, one after another.

The sturdy city walls were blasted down section by section, flames and thick smoke shot into the sky, and the entire castle shook violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Inside the monitoring room.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!"

The Lord of the Abyss, seeing the figure on the screen resembling a demon god unleashing a torrent of firepower, was so enraged that he grabbed the walkie-talkie in front of him and smashed it to the ground, shattering it into pieces!

"Where did he get so much firepower all by himself?! That tattered bag! What the hell is that damn red, white, and blue bag?! Is it an armory inside?!"