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

Lin Ye didn't even pause when he heard Xia Wanqiu's shout behind him.

He swayed the snakeskin bag on his shoulder, then waved without turning his head.

"Why bother with formalities when we meet? I need to get back to my dorm to connect to WiFi."

The sound drifted on the wind and reached Xia Wanqiu's ears.

Xia Wanqiu stood there, stunned.

She couldn't hold back any longer when she saw that figure dressed in cheap clothes, carrying a snakeskin bag, and whose mind was filled with nothing but dormitory WiFi.

"Pfft."

She laughed out loud.

Every boy she's been around since childhood has tried every trick in the book to get her attention.

Today was a different story. I took the initiative to ask for their name, but they didn't even bother to turn their head. All they could think about was getting to the dorm to grab a bed and connect to the internet.

Xia Wanqiu pursed her lips and secretly memorized the vintage red, white, and blue snakeskin bag.

Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, right?

Since we're in the same school, we'll have a chance to meet again sometime.

As Lin Ye walked away, a passage was left behind by the Mercedes that had been forcibly pushed aside.

The drivers who had been stuck behind for half a day, although they didn't know exactly what had happened ahead, felt extremely pleased to see the He family's usually domineering bodyguards lying sprawled in the green belt, and the eldest young master of the He family rolling around in pain on the ground.

"Beep beep beep!"

The horns blared incessantly, this time not to urge them on, but to celebrate.

The onlookers on the roadside finally came to their senses, and some immediately took out their phones and started snapping photos of He Fei and his bodyguards on the ground.

"Breaking news! The eldest son of the He family has had his hand crippled!"

"That guy carrying the snakeskin bag was amazing! I recorded it!"

Several young people excitedly shared the video on their WeChat Moments and short video platforms.

Inside a command vehicle disguised as a ride-hailing car not far away.

The eagle slumped in the driver's seat, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He let out a long sigh and spoke weakly into the communicator.

"Internet monitoring department, get to work!"

"Replace all the surveillance footage from that street. Also, physically delete all photos and videos taken by passersby that relate to the target from the entire internet within one second!"

The sound of rapid typing came from the other end of the communicator.

"Received, Captain Eagle. The highest level of network blocking has been activated, and all relevant data has been cleared."

The eagle took off its headphones and wiped the sweat from its face.

"This job is inhuman." He leaned back in his chair, on the verge of tears. "Even defusing bombs in the Middle East isn't this thrilling. I'll need heart bypass surgery sooner or later."

9:58 a.m.

Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, freshman registration area.

Finally, two minutes before the deadline, Lin Ye rushed into the square.

Because he used the [Commoner's Aura Disguise Card], he now exudes a strong sense of decadence, as if he had been playing games all night for seven days and seven nights.

With his head covered in sweat, a black handprint on his clothes, and a tattered snakeskin bag on his back, he looked like a shut-in who had just come from an all-nighter at an internet cafe and rushed over to work.

The upperclassmen who were in charge of welcoming the new students glanced at him but didn't even bother to ask him a few more questions.

"Hey, which department are you in? Show me your acceptance letter." A senior student wearing glasses said without even looking up.

Lin Ye quickly handed over the notification letter.

Computer Science Department.

The senior student checked the information and handed him a file folder.

"Inside are your meal card, campus card, and freshman handbook. Your dormitory is room 302 in Building 5 for men. Go to the dormitory management office to pick up your key."

Lin Ye took the file bag and breathed a sigh of relief.

We made it.

I'm here in the lower bunk by the window.

Lin Ye, beaming with satisfaction, strolled over to Building 5 of the men's dormitory.

Several freshmen were lined up in front of the dormitory management office window.

Lin Ye patiently waited in line until it was his turn, then handed over his campus card.

"Auntie, the key to room 302."

The dormitory supervisor pushed up her reading glasses, typed a few words on the computer, then looked up with a face full of apology.

"Excuse me, but the Academic Affairs Office's system is experiencing a malfunction today. The key data for Building 5 is not matching."

Lin Ye's smile froze.

"What do you mean?"

The dormitory supervisor pointed to a small blackboard next to her.

"That means the keys for Building 5 won't be distributed until 8 a.m. tomorrow. You won't be able to get into the dorms today."

The sky is falling.

Lin Ye's eyes widened, and his voice rose eight octaves.

"Tomorrow morning? Then where am I going to stay tonight? Sleep on the playground?"

The aunt waved her hand, looking completely unsurprised.

"There are so many small hotels and internet cafes outside the school, you young people can just make do for one night. There's nothing we can do about it, the system is down."

Lin Ye stood in front of the window, completely numb.

Can't get into the dorm?

How am I supposed to snag a lower bunk by the window then?

He stood there in a daze for a long time, and finally could only sigh helplessly.

After all the calculations, I was actually defeated by a broken system.

Lin Ye took out his cracked-screen phone and checked the time.

"Never mind, let's go back to the neighborhood for now."

He stuffed the document bag into his pocket, picked up the snakeskin bag again, and turned to walk out of the school gate.

at the same time.

Jiangcheng, He Family Manor.

This sprawling Chinese-style manor is always brightly lit and bustling with activity.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in the entire manor plummeted to freezing point.

Inside the council chamber.

"Ouch—! That hurts! Be gentle! Do you even know how to treat someone?!"

He Fei lay on the stretcher, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

His right wrist was a bloody mess, with white bone fragments even piercing the skin, and the gauze wrapped around it was completely stained red with blood.

Several private doctors in white coats stood around, sweating profusely.

The elderly doctor in charge wiped the sweat from his brow, turned around, and bowed his head to the middle-aged man sitting in the armchair.

"Master, the young master's wrist... the bones are completely shattered, not even a single intact fragment can be found. Current medical technology simply cannot reattach it; the only option is... amputation."

"Bang!"

He Zhen slammed his hand on the rosewood coffee table beside him.

The sturdy solid wood tabletop shattered into pieces instantly, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

The head of the He family, a master of the peak of internal strength, had a face ashen and veins throbbing on his forehead.

"Amputation? What use are you bunch of useless trash to me!"

He Zhen suddenly stood up, walked a few steps to the stretcher, and looked at his son's miserable appearance, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched wildly.

In Jiangcheng, a small territory, the He family is the law.

Who dares to touch He Zhen's son?

He Zhen turned his head and his gaze fell on the bodyguards kneeling on the ground.

Ah Biao, the leader, was trembling all over, his head almost buried in the floor tiles, his face swollen like a pig's head, and blood was still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Speak!" He Zhen squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

Ah Biao shuddered in fright and stammered as he spoke.

"Master...it's not that we don't want to protect our young master...that kid is too strange!"

"What's so strange?"

"He...he was wearing a cheap T-shirt from a street vendor, Adidas flat shoes, and carrying a red, white, and blue snakeskin bag. He looked like a migrant worker who had come to the city to work."

Ah Biao swallowed hard, his voice filled with lingering fear.

"The young master grabbed his shoulder with a bone-breaking hand technique, but he was completely unharmed. He then crushed the young master's wrist with a backhand. He also slapped each of us, sending us flying."

"The most outrageous thing is that when he left, he single-handedly moved the young master's two-ton Mercedes by half a meter!"

A collective gasp filled the hall.

He Zhen frowned, his expression shifting between light and dark.

"What kind of technique did he use? Which family does he belong to?"