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

The air seemed to have been completely sucked out at that moment.

The expression on He Fei's face was incredibly interesting.

From shock to disbelief, and then to feeling utterly insulted.

His face, which had turned red from activating his internal energy, was now like a dye vat, turning green, then purple, and finally becoming a nearly blackish liver color.

The ancient martial arts aura he was so proud of, which was enough to make ordinary martial artists tremble with fear, was actually... less than a mosquito in the Middle East in the mouth of this "migrant worker" wearing Adidas flat shoes?!

"puff--"

Not far away, inside a command vehicle disguised as an ordinary private car.

Looking at Lin Ye's serious expression through the high-powered binoculars, the eagle almost laughed until tears streamed down its face.

"Hahaha……"

What a joke!

This guy is a monster who walks around inside the core of a one-ton TNT explosion and is exposed to a metal storm from heavy machine guns!

You're just a mere Ming Jin martial artist, trying to suppress him with that little bit of pressure that's barely enough to tickle him?

This isn't like showing off your skills in front of Guan Yu; it's like playing with sand in front of Godzilla!

Xia Wanqiu was completely petrified. Her cherry-like mouth was agape, and her clear, beautiful eyes were filled with confusion.

She began to seriously doubt whether there was a fundamental error in her understanding of the world that she had built up since childhood.

"You...you..."

He Fei pointed at Lin Ye, his fingers trembling violently with extreme anger. He felt like his lungs were about to explode, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Who exactly are you?!"

"Me?" Lin Ye pointed to himself innocently. "Didn't I say? I'm a freshman at Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, class of 27, an ordinary college student who just finished a summer job and is preparing to go back to school to grab a bed."

He glanced at his watch again, his irritation deepening.

"Big brother, stop messing around, okay? I'm really in a hurry."

"Ordinary college students..."

"Grabbing a bed..."

These words, like poisoned daggers, pierced He Fei's heart.

He felt that all his pride and dignity had been pressed to the ground and repeatedly crushed with the sole of a shoe at this moment!

"Aaaaaahh ...

An uncontrollable roar, filled with madness and resentment, erupted from deep within He Fei's throat!

He no longer cared about why the other party was immune to his pressure, nor did he care about the bullshit rule of "not killing trash"!

Right now, all he wants is to tear this despicable "migrant worker" in front of him to pieces!

"I want you dead!!!"

He Fei's figure suddenly darted forward, so fast that he left a trail of afterimages in the air!

His long, powerful right hand suddenly spread its five fingers, bent them into a claw, and with a terrifying force that could tear bones apart, it grabbed straight at Lin Ye's right shoulder!

This is a closely guarded secret technique of the He family—the Tendon-Dislocating and Bone-Shattering Hand!

Once he gets a firm grip, he can crush even steel bars into five finger marks!

"I'm going to crush every single bone in your body with my own hands!" He Fei's face was contorted beyond recognition.

"Be careful!"

Beside the Porsche, Xia Wanqiu couldn't help but let out a shrill cry of alarm, her face turning deathly pale.

Faced with this fatal blow, Lin Ye remained standing still, motionless.

To onlookers, he seemed completely stunned by the terrifying aura, forgetting even the most basic instinct to dodge.

"Click!"

A muffled thud.

He Fei's hand gripped Lin Ye's left shoulder tightly.

We caught it!

"Hahahaha! Smash it!"

He Fei's face revealed a ferocious, maniacal laugh. He suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, and the internal energy in his body surged wildly from his arm to his fingertips like a beast released from its dam!

He prepared to admire Lin Ye's face, contorted in agony, and listen to the pleasant sound of his bones cracking.

however.

A second passed.

The expected cracking sound did not come.

He Fei's maniacal laughter froze.

He felt as if he wasn't holding onto a person's shoulder at all.

The touch was hard and cold, with an unshakeable, heavy texture, like a solid titanium alloy steel plate forged with the most advanced technology and without any impurities!

"Um?"

He Fei was stunned. He subconsciously increased his strength, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He used all his strength.

But the shoulder beneath that hand remained completely still.

Not to mention crushing bones, he could even feel his fingers throbbing with pain from the excessive force.

What happened?!

The atmosphere at the scene became extremely eerie at that moment.

There was no flying blood and flesh, no screams of agony or pleas for mercy.

Only the young man carrying the snakeskin bag, under everyone's gaze, slowly and slightly turned his head away.

His gaze fell on He Fei's hand, which was still gripping his shoulder tightly.

Then, his brows furrowed instantly.

The five finger marks on this newly bought T-shirt were particularly glaring.

Lin Ye's eyes changed.

There was no longer any anxiety about scrambling for a hospital bed, nor any impatience with the farce unfolding before them.

Something cold and menacing began to emerge little by little from the depths of those clean eyes.

Not far away, inside the command vehicle.

Through the high-powered telescope, the eagle clearly saw the black handprint and also saw Lin Ye's expression change in an instant.

The walkie-talkie in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

"It's over..."

"This is really the end..."

He understood Lin Ye's personality better than anyone else.

You could point a gun at his head, or bombard his face with a cannon, and he probably wouldn't even flinch.

But if you interrupt his gaming session, or... get his beloved, cheap clothes dirty...

The consequences would be unimaginable.

Lin Ye took a deep breath, as if suppressing something that was about to burst forth.

He looked at He Fei again, his tone filled with an intensely suppressed, pure heartache that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Do you know...?"

"I bought this T-shirt yesterday specifically for the start of school; it cost seventy yuan!"

He Fei's hand, which was still tightly gripping Lin Ye's shoulder, froze.

The savage, devastating cruelty that was about to erupt from his face froze.

He was the eldest son of the prestigious He family, a family of ancient martial arts practitioners in Jiangcheng. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had never worn clothes worth less than six figures since childhood.

Now, his fatal blow, which risked his dignity and life, failed to harm the other party in the slightest.

What the other party cared about was actually a... seventy-yuan T-shirt?

Are you fucking kidding me?