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

Xia Wanqiu felt that her worldview was being repeatedly crushed and rubbed into the ground by the boy in front of her carrying a snakeskin bag.

Ancient martial arts families and life-or-death duels seemed unreal at this moment.

Only that dirty, seventy-dollar white T-shirt is the center of this world.

The onlookers around them exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and disbelief – they wanted to laugh but dared not, their faces flushed red with suppressed laughter.

"Seventy...seventy dollars?"

"Did I hear that right? Did he just say seventy dollars?"

"Is this guy... a little bit eccentric in his thinking?"

Amidst the whispers, He Fei finally snapped out of his utter astonishment.

Immediately afterwards, a sense of humiliation a hundred times more intense than ever before erupted like a volcano, instantly overwhelming all his reason!

He felt that his intelligence, his dignity, and his very existence had been thoroughly humiliated by the other party with the number "seventy dollars"!

"Seventy dollars?!"

He Fei let out a roar that sounded inhuman, his handsome face contorted with extreme anger, and veins bulged on his forehead like earthworms.

"I'll fucking give you seven million!!"

"You should just die right now!!!"

He's completely gone mad!

With his other free left hand, he brought his five fingers together and transformed them into a sharp hand chop, bringing with it a sharp whooshing sound, and mercilessly chopped down towards Lin Ye's vulnerable neck!

With this strike, he held nothing back, wanting only to behead the poor boy who had humiliated him so much!

However, at the very moment he shouted "seven million",

Lin Ye's eyes, which had been showing some heartache because his clothes were dirty, suddenly lit up!

The light was even hotter and brighter than when he had just heard the phrase "killing a bull with one punch"!

"Seven million? Really?"

Lin Ye's eyes gleamed with a light called "desire," and he asked the question without thinking.

Cash or bank transfer? WeChat or Alipay accepted?

But while asking questions, his movements were not slow at all.

Just moments before He Fei's powerful chop, capable of shattering metal and splitting stone, was about to strike his neck.

Lin Ye's right hand moved.

There was no earth-shattering grandeur, nor any dazzling special effects.

The hand shot out with lightning speed, too fast for the naked eye to follow.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, muffled sound that made everyone present jump!

Lin Ye's hand, moving later but arriving first, with perfect precision, grabbed He Fei's wrist, which was still gripping his shoulder!

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

He Fei's seemingly inevitable chop shot abruptly stopped less than half an inch from Lin Ye's neck, unable to advance any further.

A piercing, excruciating pain shot through his wrist, instantly turning his expression from madness to terror.

He was horrified to discover that his wrist, which was being held, was as if it were being gripped tightly by an industrial-grade hydraulic clamp!

That power was domineering, pure, and unreasonable!

His prized internal energy vanished the moment it came into contact with that palm, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. It was instantly shattered by an even more terrifying force and became completely unusable!

He tried to break free, but the hand seemed to be rooted to his wrist, and no matter how much he channeled his inner strength, it wouldn't budge!

How is that possible?!

He Fei's mind went blank. He couldn't understand how an ordinary person with not even the slightest fluctuation of internal energy could possess such terrifying brute strength!

"Hey, you still haven't answered me."

Lin Ye's voice rang calmly in his ears.

He Fei suddenly raised his head and met Lin Ye's clear eyes.

The greed and desire in those eyes were gone, replaced by a chilling indifference.

"Is the seven million thing true or false?"

Lin Ye tilted his head slightly, and with a slight increase in the force of his hand, he added a little more pressure.

"Click."

A faint, cracking sound, like bones being squeezed, clearly reached He Fei's ears.

"ah--!"

He Fei could no longer hold back and let out a piercing scream, his forehead instantly covered with large beads of cold sweat.

"Since you ruined my clothes..."

Lin Ye glanced at the unsightly black handprint on his shoulder, then at the hand he was holding, and said calmly:

"Then use this hand to make amends."

He Fei struggled frantically, trying to circulate his internal energy to shake off the hand that was holding him.

But to his horror, he discovered that the moment his internal energy surged toward his wrist, it was as if it had hit an insurmountable dam, instantly collapsing and failing to transmit even a trace of it.

How is that possible!

The other party clearly doesn't have even the slightest trace of a martial artist's aura!

This doesn't make sense!

This completely violates the ironclad rules of the ancient martial arts world!

"Let go! You lowly person, do you know what you're doing?! I'm a member of the He family!" He Fei roared hoarsely, trying to intimidate the other party with his family background.

Lin Ye seemed not to hear his threat at all. He just looked down at his wrist that was being held in a clamp, and then at the unsightly black handprint on his T-shirt.

He didn't waste any more words, and his five fingers slightly clenched.

"Snap—!!!"

The sound of bones breaking echoed clearly in everyone's ears on the quiet street, where you could hear a pin drop!

The roar and ferocity on He Fei's face froze instantly.

His pupils, due to extreme pain and disbelief, suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

He watched helplessly as his wrist was slowly and irresistibly twisted into a pretzel by the other person's five seemingly ordinary fingers!

The stark white bone fragments mixed with flesh and blood even pierced the skin, exposed to the air!

This is not a break!

This is pulverized!

Pure, irrational, physical destruction by absolute force!

Lin Ye released his grip.

He Fei's hand, like a noodle with all its bones removed, hung limply at an odd angle, his palm drooping helplessly, swaying with the slight movement of his body.

After doing all this, Lin Ye shook his hand in disgust.

He looked at He Fei, whose face was pale with pain and whose body was trembling violently, yet who was too shocked to utter a sound, and gave his "professional" evaluation very seriously.

"What do you mean by peak Ming Jin (a martial arts technique)? This is all the bone density you've got?"

Lin Ye pursed his lips and complained in a tone of disappointment, "You must drink a lot of carbonated drinks, right? You're losing so much calcium, your bones are as brittle as potato chips."

"I suggest you drink more milk when you get home to supplement your calcium intake."

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