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

That wasn't the aura of an ordinary person; it was an aura even more ethereal than that of an ordinary person.

He was deficient in both qi and blood, his steps were unsteady, and his whole body exuded the decadent smell that only a shut-in who stays up late for a long time, lacks exercise, and is addicted to the Internet would have.

If I punched someone like that, I wouldn't just kill him, I'd probably turn him into a pile of minced meat.

He Fei, the heir of a prestigious ancient martial arts family in Jiangcheng and a future master of internal energy, was going to fight a powerless shut-in.

If this gets out, what will become of He Fei's reputation?

This isn't being domineering; this is bullying the weak and degrading!

"snort."

He Fei slowly withdrew his fist, his astonishment quickly replaced by arrogance.

He straightened the cuffs of his black shirt and spoke coldly.

"I don't kill unarmed trash."

"If word gets out, it will tarnish my reputation, He Fei's reputation."

His gloomy eyes looked down at Lin Ye condescendingly. "You lowly person, I'm giving you a chance to live."

He Fei stretched out a finger and tapped the ground beneath his feet.

"Kneel down right now, kowtow three times, and then get out of my sight."

The group of black-clad bodyguards behind him instantly understood their young master's meaning and immediately joined in the commotion, each with a mocking sneer on their face.

"Did you hear me, boy! Our young master is merciful, so kneel down and thank him!"

"Being able to kowtow to our young master is a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes!"

"If you don't kneel now, you won't have the chance to kneel later!"

Each urging resounded in the hearts of all the onlookers.

humiliation.

Everyone felt the overwhelming, naked humiliation.

But on second thought, compared to losing his life, kowtowing a few times seemed to be the best outcome.

"Sigh, kneel down then, a wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him."

"Yes, there's no point in arguing with people like that; survival is the most important thing."

A few suppressed sighs came from the crowd.

Xia Wanqiu, sitting next to the Porsche, also breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Her heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled down. Although she also felt that it was too much to make this innocent boy who had been dragged into this kneel down, at least... he could survive.

However, just when everyone thought Lin Ye would choose to give in.

Lin Ye, however, looked him up and down as if he were an idiot, scrutinizing the self-important rich kid in front of him.

He frowned, his face full of genuine confusion, and asked a question.

Are you out of your mind?

This sentence, though not loud, was like a thunderclap in a deathly silent scene.

Everyone was stunned.

Xia Wanqiu's heart, which had just been at ease, suddenly jumped to its highest point again.

The arrogance on He Fei's face froze instantly.

Lin Ye completely ignored the reactions of those around him; he simply found the logic of the person in front of him very strange.

He pointed to the surrounding tall buildings, then to the intersection with flashing traffic lights not far away, and continued very seriously:

"Brother, this is the 21st century, a society governed by the rule of law, understand?"

"You want me to kneel before you? Who do you think you are? The emperor?"

Lin-Ye thought for a moment, then seemed to have found a more fitting metaphor, and clapped his hands as if he had just realized something.

"Oh, I understand."

He looked at He Fei with a condescending gaze and curled his lip.

"Do you think you're one of those mountain bandits in the Middle East? Traveling around with a bunch of bodyguards, blocking roads, kidnapping women, and demanding people kneel down all the time?"

"Don't be ridiculous. At least those warlords take care of the basic needs of tens of thousands of people in their own territories. Who do you think you are?"

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He Fei's face turned from ashen to purplish-brown at a visible speed, and finally swelled to a blood-red color like pig liver.

He felt as if a volcano was erupting wildly inside his chest!

He stared intently at Lin Ye, his eyes now devoid of any arrogance or mockery, filled only with the purest, most primal killing intent and cruelty.

"You're being given face, but you don't know how to take it!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chilling resentment.

He laughed, but his laughter was more painful than crying.

"very good."

"You think you're so tough? You won't kneel, huh?"

He Fei's gaze slowly moved down, landing on Lin Ye's knees, and a ferocious grin spread across his face.

"Then I'll personally give you a hand, so you'll spend the rest of your life living on your knees!"

Before he finished speaking, the overwhelming pressure belonging to the peak of Ming Jin was unleashed without reservation, like an invisible mountain, and crushed down on Lin Ye's legs!

"Thump!"

"what!"

The closest onlookers felt as if they had been struck hard in the chest by an invisible hammer. Their vision went black, their legs gave way uncontrollably, and they collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

The crowd further away also stirred, their faces showing horror as they scrambled back more than ten meters, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Beside the Porsche, Xia Wanqiu turned as pale as a sheet of paper. She felt as if she had fallen into the deep sea, with cold seawater pressing in from all sides, almost suffocating her.

She clung tightly to the cold car door, barely managing to keep from falling. Her eyes, filled with despair and terror, gazed at Lin Ye.

Finished!

With this level of pressure, let alone an ordinary student, even some beginner martial artists would have their bones broken on the spot and be forced to their knees!

He Fei's lips curled into an extremely cruel smile.

He could almost hear the crisp sound of the migrant worker's kneecap shattering, and see him kneeling before him, howling and begging for mercy like a dead dog.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

The expected sound of bones shattering did not occur.

The expected screams of begging for mercy did not occur.

In the middle of the road, the young man carrying the snakeskin bag remained standing firmly in place, without even swaying.

Just as the cruel smile on He Fei's distorted face gradually froze.

Lin Ye moved.

He raised his hand and, in full view of everyone, slowly scratched his neck where he had been bitten by a mosquito.

"Smack."

A soft sound.

He also seemed to have swatted a mosquito to death.

After doing all this, he finally raised his head, looked at He Fei who was completely frozen in place, and spoke with a very sincere expression on his face.

"What...what is this thing?"

Lin Ye frowned, seemingly trying to find a suitable word to describe his feelings.

"Is it an air conditioner for cooling? It feels quite cool, but the airflow is a bit weak."

He then shifted his tone, adopting a rigorous approach to academic discussions, and added:

"But to be honest, this thing is nowhere near as bad as the sandstorms I've had in the Middle East."

"Seriously, when those mosquitoes swarm over there, they're more imposing than you are."

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