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

The bald martial artist looked around arrogantly.

"You have one minute, all of you get back inside!"

Several He family warriors immediately dispersed and began to roughly drive the crowd away.

Faced with this group of fierce-looking martial artists, ordinary people had no chance to resist and could only cover their heads and run back to their buildings.

At this moment, in the stairwell, Lin Ye, wearing shorts and flip-flops, yawned and slowly walked down from the fifth floor.

He was still thinking that adding some aged vinegar to the grilled cold noodles would definitely make them taste even better.

I had just reached the corner on the second floor.

Suddenly, an extremely noisy noise came from downstairs.

Lin Ye frowned slightly.

"Who's causing a drunken ruckus downstairs in the middle of the night?"

The noise downstairs grew louder and louder, mixed with sounds of smashing and looting.

At this moment, the open space in the center of Xingfuli residential area was a mess.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, Zhang's grilled cold noodles cart was kicked over by a bald martial artist.

The scorching hot iron plate slammed onto the cement floor, producing a screeching sound.

Old Zhang had prepared a large bowl of pancakes, eggs, cilantro, and onions, but he spilled it all over the ground, mixing it with dirt and grease, turning it into a messy paste.

"My stall..." Old Zhang was an honest, laid-off worker who relied on this stall to support his daughter's college education. Seeing this scene, he was almost in tears.

He instinctively took a step forward, wanting to steady the car.

"Get out of here!"

The bald martial artist slapped Old Zhang across the face with a backhand.

Old Zhang was so badly beaten that he spun halfway around on the spot, then landed hard on his backside. Half of his face swelled up instantly, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Several neighbors nearby couldn't stand it anymore and were about to speak up.

"What? You want to meddle in other people's business too?"

The bald martial artist grinned maliciously, raised his leg, and slammed it down hard on a solid wooden block that an old man used to play chess.

"Snap!"

The solid wooden stump, which required two adults to lift, was cleaved in two by his kick, with splinters scattered everywhere.

The moment this inhuman destructive power was unleashed, the residents who had initially wanted to stand up for justice fell silent, trembling with fear and not daring to even breathe.

At this moment, He Tianba slowly walked out from behind the crowd.

He was wearing a gray Tang suit, his hands behind his back, and the two steel flasks in his hands were still spinning with a "click-clack" sound.

He glanced around the dilapidated old neighborhood and frowned in disdain.

"How can anyone live in a place like this, which looks like a doghouse?"

He Tianba snorted coldly, turning to look at the bald martial artist, "Still haven't found that kid named Lin Ye?"

Just as the He family and their gang were swaggering around the neighborhood.

The atmosphere in the State Security Bureau command vehicle outside the residential area was extremely tense.

As Cangying watched the footage on the monitor showing Lao Zhang being slapped and the cold noodle stall being smashed, he felt his blood pressure soaring.

"They're insane! That bunch of idiots in the He family are absolutely insane!"

He grabbed the communicator and directly connected to the private line of Zhao Jianguo, the director of the Jiangcheng National Security Bureau.

"Director Zhao! Something terrible has happened!" Cangying spoke rapidly. "He Tianba, the third elder of the He family, has led thirty martial artists to block the Xingfuli residential area! They're smashing and vandalizing it inside, and they've even injured civilians!"

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Jianguo was holding a teacup, about to drink some water, when he heard this. His hand trembled, and the scalding tea spilled directly onto his thigh.

But he didn't even bother to yell that it was hot; he just jumped right off the chair.

"What did you say?! The He family sent people to ambush Mr. Lin?!" Zhao Jianguo's voice changed.

"Yes! And they just smashed up the grilled cold noodle stand downstairs!"

Zhao Jianguo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and almost fainted.

Lin Ye's daily routine is to go downstairs and buy a serving of grilled cold noodles with two eggs.

This is the most simple and unpretentious hobby of that Middle Eastern Asura!

Now, the He family not only blocked the door, but also stole their late-night snack!

This isn't just provoking the tyrant; it's pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth!

"Cangying! Listen up!" Zhao Jianguo roared into the phone, "We absolutely cannot let the He family disturb Mr. Lin!"

"Have the special forces prepare to eliminate the He family members if necessary!"

After hanging up the phone, Cangying abruptly ripped off his earpiece and turned to look at the special forces soldiers in the carriage.

"Everyone has it!"

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

The sound of guns being cocked echoed in unison inside the carriage.

The entire special operations team loaded their guns, pushed open the car doors, and jumped out of the vehicle with swift movements.

In the community square.

He Tianba was getting impatient.

It was the middle of the night, and he didn't want to waste any more time in this run-down place.

He waved to the bald martial artist.

The bald martial artist immediately understood, took a high-powered megaphone from the trunk of a Mercedes-Benz next to him, and handed it to He Tianba with both hands.

He Tianba took the loudspeaker and took a deep breath.

The internal energy of a mid-stage Dark Force cultivator circulated wildly, converging at his throat.

He pressed the horn switch and roared at the several apartment buildings.

"Lin Ye!"

"Get down here!"

"Dare to touch the young master of the He family? Today, I'll make you wish you were dead! I'll crush every bone in your body, inch by inch!"

The sound, imbued with internal energy, was amplified by the loudspeaker, sounding almost like a muffled thunderclap exploding over the neighborhood.

And at this time.

The entrance to the stairwell on the first floor.

Lin Ye had just reached the last few steps.

His steps suddenly stopped.

That familiar metal cart was overturned on the ground.

Oil stains from the iron plate spilled all over the floor.

His favorite bread was covered in dirt.

Those golden eggs were smashed into a paste.

A night breeze blew by.

Lin Ye did not speak.

He stood in the shadows, looking at the mess on the ground, his eyes instantly turning extremely cold.

The bald martial artist, holding a megaphone, turned and waved to the thirty elite members of the He family behind him.

Thirty burly martial artists roared in unison.

"Get down here and die!"

"Get down here and die!"

The sound waves came one after another, deafening.

Inside the command vehicle not far away.

The eagle watched the monitor and slapped its thigh in anger.

"These idiots! They're asking for it!"

Xiao Wang stared nervously at the screen: "Captain, He Tianba is at the mid-stage of Inner Strength, and he's quite a figure in Jiangcheng. Will Mr. Lin be wary of him...?"

"What are you afraid of!" Eagle interrupted him. "The He family is just asking for death! Look what they smashed! That's Zhang's Grilled Cold Noodles! Mr. Lin eats a bowl of grilled cold noodles every single day without fail!"

The eagle snatched the communicator.

"Attention all units, please prepare your floor cleaning tools! Don't let bloodstains dirty the community's roads, lest Mr. Lin be annoyed when he goes out tomorrow morning!"

Just then, a lazy footstep sound suddenly came from the entrance of the building.

"Clatter".

"Clatter".

The sound of flip-flops hitting the concrete floor was exceptionally clear under the watchful eyes of dozens of people.

Lin Ye was wearing a black T-shirt that cost fifty yuan and had "Everyone is a Villain" printed on it, along with baggy shorts, and was holding two crumpled ten-yuan bills in his hand.

All eyes in the room instantly focused on him.

The bald martial artist's eyes widened as he pointed at Lin Ye and shouted, "Third Elder! It's him! It's this kid!"

He Tianba stopped spinning the iron bladder in his hand.

He looked Lin Ye up and down, his face full of disgust.

Is this the expert who pushed the Mercedes-Benz away with one hand and crushed He Fei's wrist?

Isn't this just a shut-in who just came out of an internet cafe after spending the night there?

There was no fluctuation of internal energy in his body, he stood awkwardly, and even his breathing was weak and feeble.

Those good-for-nothings, Ah Biao and his gang, must have been drugged by this kid with some underhanded sleeping potion. They're just trying to shirk responsibility by exaggerating his abilities.

He Tianba let out a cold laugh.

"I thought he was some kind of superhuman, but he's just a worthless little beast."