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

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, at He Fei's hand, now unrecognizable, and listened to Lin Ye's nonchalant complaints, feeling as if their brains had completely shut down.

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

The eagle saw the scene clearly through its high-powered telescope.

His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

unarmed……

He crushed the wrist bone of a peak Ming Jin martial artist with his bare hands!

How much power does that require?!

At this moment, Cangying finally understood why Chief Li had defined this young man as a "war god who could suppress the fate of the nation."

until now.

The excruciating pain, enough to make any tough guy faint on the spot, finally broke through the barrier of shock, like a flood bursting its banks, and slammed into He Fei's cerebral cortex through his nerve endings!

"ah--!!!!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, filled with endless pain and resentment, suddenly burst from He Fei's throat.

Just moments ago, the arrogant young master of the He family, who treated human life as worthless, was now clutching his limp wrist, rolling and convulsing wildly on the cold, hard cement floor.

His expensive white suit was instantly stained with dust from the ground and his own cold sweat.

He was like a stray dog ​​on the roadside, unable to do anything but howl.

"My hand! My hand!!!"

He Fei's voice was completely hoarse, and tears streamed down his face. He no longer possessed the demeanor of an heir from an ancient martial arts family.

The entire road was eerily quiet.

The drivers who had been complaining about the traffic jam all turned off their engines and stared blankly at the scene in the middle of the road that resembled a painting of hell, not daring to honk their horns again.

All the onlookers seemed frozen in place, their mouths agape, their eyes filled with fear and horror.

He crushed a person's wrist bone with his bare hands...

These bloody and violent scenes, which only appear in movies, were playing out right before their eyes, and the impact was enough to completely shatter their worldview.

Beside the Porsche, Xia Wanqiu subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from exclaiming.

Her beautiful, clear eyes, as cool as autumn water, were now filled with shock and disbelief.

This...this guy who argued with people over a bed, and felt heartbroken over a 70-yuan T-shirt...

Who exactly is he?

"Young Master!"

"Protect the young master!"

The black-clad bodyguards, who had been stunned into silence, finally snapped out of their shock.

Seeing their young master writhing on the ground like a maggot, his wrist twisted into an unnatural pretzel shape, their minds went blank.

Finished!

The He family's sole heir had his hand crippled right under their noses!

None of them can bear this responsibility!

Fear and rage surged through them instantly.

"You fucking want to die!"

The black-clad leader named A Biao's eyes instantly turned blood red. He suddenly pulled out a black baton from his lower back, and with a "whoosh," the baton cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, transforming into a half-meter-long steel rod.

He pointed at Lin Ye and let out a beast-like roar.

"You dare to hurt our young master He? Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he couldn't save you today!"

"Go! Get him!"

The remaining four bodyguards in black also drew various weapons from their pockets and waists, some were brass knuckles, some were short blades, and each of them showed a crazy look on their faces.

They were all assassins trained by the He family at great expense, and each of them had blood on their hands.

Five people, from five different directions, formed a perfect encirclement and slowly approached Lin Ye.

Lin Ye, who was at the center of the encirclement, made a move that completely broke everyone present, including the bodyguards.

He did not retreat, did not defend himself, and did not even look at the menacing enemies.

He simply raised his wrist slowly once again and glanced at his watch.

Lin Ye's brows furrowed even deeper.

He let out a long sigh, his tone filled with boredom and frustration.

"Thirteen minutes left... I can't play with you guys anymore, I'm going to be late."

The voice just fell.

Lin Ye's figure blurred instantly under everyone's gaze.

The next second, he vanished from the spot, so fast that he left only a faint afterimage on the retina of an ordinary person.

What about people?

The thought had just popped into A Biao's head.

"call--"

A gentle breeze brushed against his cheek.

Immediately afterwards, he felt as if his right cheek had been hit squarely by a high-speed train traveling at 180 kilometers per hour.

"Bang!"

A crisp popping sound!

Before A Biao could even feel the pain, his 180-pound body, like a spinning top, was sent flying sideways into the air.

In the air, he spun gracefully three and a half times in a manner that defied the laws of physics.

Finally, with a "plop," he plunged headfirst into the roadside green belt, his feet pointing upwards, his body sinking deep into the soft soil. Only the soles of his shoes twitched slightly outside before he became completely still.

He fainted on the spot.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that almost no one could react in time.

Just as Ah Biao was still in freefall in the air, a series of even more frequent and crisp slaps, like popping beans, suddenly rang out on the quiet street!

"Bang!"

The second bodyguard, who was charging at the side wielding brass knuckles, was slapped so hard that he was sent flying and crashed into a nearby recycling bin that was about half his height, like a cannonball.

He plunged his entire upper body inside, his legs kicking wildly outside, creating a rather environmentally friendly scene.

"Bang!"

The third bodyguard fared a little better.

He was slapped from below, flying vertically upwards for four or five meters, and then, with a "smack," he was precisely affixed to a giant "Creating a Civilized City" sign on the roadside like a poster, slowly sliding down and leaving a human-shaped stain.

"Bang! Bang!"

The last two sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The remaining two bodyguards were each slapped once, sent flying more than ten meters away at a symmetrical angle. One of them got caught on the lamppost of a traffic light at an intersection, while the other crashed into a roadside tree.

Less than three seconds.

The battle is over.

Just moments ago, five elite He family assassins were radiating murderous intent, surrounding Lin Ye.

At this moment, like five pieces of trash, they are evenly distributed in all sorts of bizarre ways on the green belts, trash cans, and public facilities on both sides of the street.

Each of them rolled their eyes back, foaming at the mouth, completely incapacitated.

The entire road fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared blankly at the young man who slowly lowered his hand, as if they had been choked.

He was still standing in the middle of the road, carrying that huge snakeskin bag on his back.

He clapped his hands, and then, under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, he strode towards He Fei, who was lying on the ground, too terrified to even scream.