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

He Fei took off his spotless white haute couture suit jacket and casually tossed it to his subordinates behind him, revealing a black shirt that clung tightly to his muscular physique underneath.

"Crack! Crack!"

He moved his neck and wrists, his bones making a series of popping sounds.

An aura more solid and fierce than before suddenly erupted from his body, and the surrounding air seemed to become thick and heavy.

The onlookers, overwhelmed by this momentum, felt a tightness in their chests and difficulty breathing, and retreated several meters in horror.

Beside the Porsche, Xia Wanqiu's usually icy face was completely drained of color.

Although she also felt that the boy carrying the snakeskin bag was a bit mentally unstable, seeing that he was about to be beaten to death by He Fei, this madman, a feeling of pity still prevailed.

Without thinking twice, she shouted anxiously in Lin Ye's direction.

"Run! He's a martial arts master! He could kill a bull with one punch!"

The warning was crisp and urgent, filled with panic.

However, the expected scene of the boy running away with his head in his hands did not occur.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, his eyes, which had been somewhat irritated by his worry about being late, suddenly lit up!

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze passing over He Fei, who was already in a fighting stance, and stared straight at Xia Wanqiu, asking a question for confirmation.

"Really? One punch and a bull is gone?"

After receiving Xia Wanqiu's subconscious nod, Lin Ye's gaze "whooshed" back to He Fei.

That look in his eyes has changed.

It's no longer about looking at an obstacle that wastes your time, but rather like looking at a peer with exceptional skills, someone worth engaging in in-depth discussions with.

"Damn, that's awesome!"

Lin Ye gave He Fei a thumbs-up with a look of admiration, his tone extremely sincere.

"Kill a cow with one punch? With that kind of efficiency, you must make a lot of money working at a slaughterhouse, right?"

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and asked in a mysterious tone, like workers exchanging industry secrets:

"Is it also paid daily? How many sheep can you work a day? Does it include social insurance and housing fund?"

"..."

"..."

The entire room fell silent.

He Fei's face, contorted with anger, froze.

His fist, which had gathered all his inner strength and was preparing to unleash a thunderous strike, also stopped in mid-air.

He, the eldest son of the prestigious He family, a renowned martial arts clan in Jiangcheng, and the future heir to the family fortune, was actually... was mistaken for a butcher slaughtering cattle?!

They even asked him if he was paid daily!

"puff--"

Not far away, in a command vehicle disguised as a ride-hailing car, Cangying was "listening" to the conversations on site in real time through a lip-reading system.

When he saw the translated sentence on the screen, "Do you also get paid daily at the slaughterhouse?", he couldn't hold back any longer and spat water onto the steering wheel.

It’s over.

This guy's thought process is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Xia Wanqiu was completely stunned. Her mouth was agape, and her clear, beautiful eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Is there something wrong with this world...?

"I...fuck...you..."

He Fei felt as if he had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down, and his whole face turned purplish-red.

He never imagined in his life that the terrifying aura he had carefully created, enough to stop a child from crying, would be completely destroyed in this way.

humiliation!

This is a hundred times more humiliating than being publicly slapped in the face!

"I kill you!!!"

A beastly roar, unlike any human voice, exploded from He Fei's throat!

He no longer cared about manners or posture. The pale blue light of his inner force surged from his right fist, enveloping his entire fist!

"call--!"

Before the fist even arrived, a fierce gust of wind that tore through the air rushed towards him, causing Lin Ye's bangs to dance wildly on his forehead!

This punch, imbued with the full power of He Feiming's peak strength, was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, heading straight for Lin Ye's face!

He wanted to smash this ignorant "migrant worker" in front of him, along with his hateful face, into a bloody pulp!

If this punch landed, an ordinary person's head would explode on the spot, just like a watermelon hit by a hammer!

Xia Wanqiu screamed in fright and instinctively closed her eyes, unable to bear watching the bloody scene that followed.

The onlookers gasped in surprise, and the more timid ones turned their heads away.

However, faced with this fatal blow that could shatter stone and split rocks.

Lin Ye, however, stood still, motionless.

He didn't hide.

Even the expression on his face didn't change at all; he still looked like a curious child, as if he was still pondering the feasibility of daily pay at the slaughterhouse.

Just a moment before the fist, enveloped in cyan internal energy, was about to touch the tip of his nose.

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in Lin Ye's mind.

[Ding! Host detected to be in public view. To avoid prematurely revealing your strength... integrate into university life...]

[System task issued: Please maintain your "weakest fighter" persona and resolve this crisis.]

[Mission Reward: Beginner-exclusive item - [Commoner Disguise Card] x1, automatically sent to the host's inventory.]

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow slightly.

Disguise card?

Use the [Commoner's Aura Disguise Card] immediately.

Instantly, a strange sense of weakness surged up from my limbs and bones.

The feeling was strange, like playing games for seven days and seven nights straight, and then being dragged to run a kilometer, leaving me feeling exhausted as if I had kidney deficiency.

In that instant, He Fei's fist, enveloped in cyan internal energy and powerful enough to shatter stone tablets, rushed towards his nose, accompanied by a fierce wind.

Xia Wanqiu's scream had just rang out.

The gasps of surprise from the passersby were still stuck in their throats.

But that fist, powerful enough to smash a person's head, stopped abruptly less than a centimeter from Lin Ye's nose.

The force of the punch caused Lin Ye's hair to fall backward, and the skin on his cheeks was slightly deformed by the wind.

But he didn't dodge; he just blinked, looking at the fist that had stopped in front of him with some curiosity.

The ruthless determination on He Fei's face was instantly replaced by astonishment and disgust.

Just as he threw the punch, he clearly felt that the calm demeanor that made him uncomfortable suddenly disappeared from the "migrant worker" in front of him.

Instead, there is a thorough, unadulterated...weakness.