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

It's 11:30 p.m.

In the game "Nine Heavens Mystic Demon", Lin Ye cleared his daily tasks and then easily got a winning streak in the cross-server battlefield.

The screen was filled with players spamming "Awesome, pro!" and various guild invitations and private messages kept flashing.

Lin Ye had no interest in even clicking on it.

"Gurgle..."

My stomach suddenly growled.

Lin Ye rubbed his stomach, switched the game to the background, and stretched out a big yawn while leaning back in his secondhand gaming chair.

I'm a little hungry.

He put his hands inside his beach shorts.

"I have exactly twenty dollars. I'll go downstairs and buy some grilled cold noodles, two sausages, an egg, and lots of cilantro and chili."

Thinking of the wonderfully delicious combination of sweet, sour, salty, and spicy flavors at Zhang's restaurant downstairs, Lin Ye couldn't help but swallow.

Just do it.

He stood up and took off the T-shirt that He Fei had torn five holes in during the day.

That shirt cost him a full seventy silver dollars, and he still feels a pang of regret when he thinks about it now.

Lin Ye walked to the wardrobe and casually grabbed a new one to put on.

This is a pure black short-sleeved shirt with four large characters printed on the chest: "Everyone is a Villain".

He bought this at a nearby night market in the evening.

Fifty yuan a piece, absorbent and breathable.

Very cost-effective.

Lin Ye put on his battle-worn flip-flops, yawned, and pushed open the iron door of the rented room.

at the same time.

Outside the main gate of Xingfuli residential community.

Fifteen identical black Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars pulled up at the entrance of the residential complex.

The car doors opened in unison.

Thirty elite martial artists from the He family, dressed in black Tang suits and with burly builds, nimbly jumped off the vehicle.

Without a word, they immediately dispersed and completely sealed off the main gate, side gates, and several gaps in the damaged wall of the residential area.

He Tianba, who was leading the team, sat in the passenger seat of the first car without even getting out.

He slowly and methodically twirled two steel bladders in his hands, making a "click-clack" sound.

"Third Elder, we've arrived." The driver reported respectfully.

He Tianba didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Clear the area."

"Get rid of all the irrelevant people."

The leading warrior was bald, and after receiving the order, he waved his hand.

"Hurry up!"

Inside the security booth of the residential community.

Old Li, the security guard on night shift, was listening to the radio while wearing his reading glasses.

Hearing the commotion outside, Old Li quickly grabbed a flashlight and came out.

"Hey, what are you doing? Blocking the entrance with your cars in the middle of the night, are you not letting anyone in?"

Old Li waved the flashlight twice.

The bald martial artist strode forward, snatched the flashlight, threw it to the ground, and delivered a crisp slap across the face.

"Snapped!"

Before Old Li could even scream, he was slapped so hard he spun halfway around and fainted, seeing stars.

The bald martial artist grabbed Old Li by the collar like a chick, roughly dragged him into the guardhouse, and threw him on the ground.

"The He family is a bunch of blind old fools when they do things."

The bald warrior cursed and turned to beckon to his men.

"Go in! Clean everyone out!"

Not far away.

Inside a National Security Bureau command vehicle parked on the side of the road, disguised as a van.

A piercing alarm suddenly blared inside the carriage.

"Captain! Something's happened!"

Agent Xiao Wang pointed at the high-definition surveillance screen in front of him, his voice trembling.

The eagle was slurping a bowl of braised beef noodles when it was startled by the sudden alarm, and a mouthful of soup choked in its throat.

"Cough cough cough... What's going on?"

The eagle quickly moved closer to the screen.

On the screen, fifteen Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars were blocking the entrance to the residential area, while thirty martial artists were swaggering in.

The surveillance camera zoomed in and clearly captured the old man with the iron saddle in the passenger seat.

The eagle's pupils suddenly contracted.

"He Tianba?"

Xiao Wang quickly typed on the keyboard to retrieve the information.

"Captain, identity confirmed. He Tianba, the third elder of the He family, is at the mid-stage of Inner Strength. The thirty people he brought are all martial artists from the He family."

The eagle threw the instant noodle bowl in its hand onto the table and cursed angrily.

"Are these idiots looking to die?!"

He Fei had his hand crippled on the street during the day, and that night He Tianba led his men to attack the Xingfuli residential area.

"Captain, should we intervene?" Xiao Wang nervously gripped his sidearm. "Mr. Lin is upstairs right now. If the He family's actions anger Mr. Lin..."

The eagle pinched its brow, feeling a headache coming on.

intervention?

How to intervene?

Director Zhao gave a strict order that Lin Ye's life must not be interfered with excessively.

They are currently experiencing the daily life of "ordinary people." If the National Security Bureau were to rush out and arrest the He family in a high-profile manner, wouldn't Lin Ye's identity be exposed?

But what if we don't intervene?

Those ignorant fools from the He family dared to show off in front of Lin Ye...

The image of Lin Ye tearing apart an armored vehicle with his bare hands flashed through the Eagle's mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Don't act rashly."

The eagle took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Since Mr. Lin wants to live like an ordinary person, we have to cooperate. As long as the He family doesn't use guns or explosives, we'll pretend we didn't see anything."

Xiao Wang swallowed.

"What if Mr. Lin gets angry?"

The eagle's face darkened.

"Then notify the logistics team to bring body bags and floor scrubbers, and be ready to go in and collect the bodies at any time."

"These idiots from the He family are truly hopeless."

Inside the Xingfuli residential community.

Although it was late at night, the old town was still full of life.

In the open space in the center of the community, many middle-aged women were fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans to cool off, while a few young people sat by the flower bed eating barbecue skewers and drinking beer.

A flurry of footsteps shattered the tranquility.

The bald martial artist, leading more than twenty men, stormed into the community square with menacing air.

"Everyone get out of here!"

The bald warrior roared, his voice particularly piercing in the night sky.

Several elderly women who were enjoying the cool air were startled.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? Making such a racket."

An older woman had just stood up and uttered a complaint.

A martial artist from the He family nearby kicked the stool the old lady was sitting on, sending it flying.

"Old man, are you deaf? Didn't you hear me tell you to get out?"

The woman turned pale with fright and stumbled backward, nearly falling over.

A few young people eating barbecue nearby couldn't stand it anymore.

"Holy crap, how dare you hit someone?! Is there no law anymore?!"

A young man with dyed yellow hair stood up and pointed at the bald martial artist, questioning him.

"The law?"

The bald warrior grinned maliciously, strode forward, grabbed the blond-haired man by the collar, and yanked him down sharply.

Then he thrust his knee upwards hard.

"Bang!"

Yellow Hair groaned, clutching his stomach and curling up on the ground in pain, vomiting even bile.

"In Jiangcheng, the He family's word is law!"