Yang Dejian, late-stage Transformation Realm? I'm in a hurry to sign the contract!

Chen Hui's face turned deathly pale, and her hands trembled so much that she couldn't even hold her bag steady.

She gripped Lin Ye's suit sleeve tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Son, this is two lives at stake!" Chen Hui's voice trembled with anxiety. "We're not buying a house anymore; we can't afford this big apartment. You need to run! Turn yourself in and try to get leniency. I'll sell everything I own to hire a good lawyer for you!"

Lin Wanquan was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet and was covered in sweat.

"Xiao Ye, you went too far! These are the big boss and the old man! You're in big trouble now!"

The elderly couple had been honest workers their whole lives, and they would even get into arguments with their neighbors. They had never seen such a bloody scene where someone's bones were crushed inch by inch.

Upon seeing this, Xia Wanqiu immediately strode forward.

She took out a dark red certificate bearing the national emblem from her top-secret document bag and handed it directly to the two elders.

"Uncle and Aunt, don't be afraid." Xia Wanqiu's tone was very gentle as she pointed to the seal on the document. "Lin Ye did not break the law; he was carrying out a state secret mission."

The elderly couple were stunned, looking down at the bright national emblem.

"A state secret mission?" Lin Wanquan swallowed hard.

Xia Wanqiu nodded and pointed to Yang Hao and Yang Yuanqing, who were unconscious on the ground.

"These two are the cancer of the ancient martial arts forces in Jiangnan Province. They bully men and women, and have several lives on their hands. They are the leaders of the criminal gangs that the country is cracking down on."

"Lin Ye is a senior strategic advisor specially appointed by our National Security Bureau. He is doing a great service to the people by eliminating a scourge. The country will not only not arrest him, but will also award him a medal."

The Lin family's genes naturally carry an absolute trust in the state apparatus.

Upon hearing the words "National Security Bureau," and looking at Xia Wanqiu's formal uniform and the official document in her hand, one could sense the significance of the name.

Lin Wanquan straightened his back instantly.

The fear and panic from before vanished, replaced by an uncontrollable ecstasy.

"I knew it!" Lin Wanquan exclaimed, beaming, slapping his thigh. "My son has always been honest and well-behaved, how could he possibly hit people randomly! Turns out he works for the government, specifically to catch bad guys!"

Chen Hui also breathed a long sigh of relief and patted her chest.

"You scared me to death! You should have said it was a job assigned by the government." Chen Hui turned to Lin Ye, feeling a pang of sympathy. "Son, does your unit give you a hazard pay for catching bad guys?"

Lin Ye nodded in agreement.

"Yes." Lin Ye pointed to the spacious model apartment. "This 50 million yuan apartment is the resettlement allowance given by my company."

The elderly couple were completely relieved, and even the two mangled bodies on the ground seemed more pleasing to the eye.

Lin Ye turned his head and looked at the sales manager who was huddled behind the sofa, trembling.

"Did you bring the new contract?" Lin Ye kicked away the broken razor blade at his feet.

The manager scrambled over, holding a brand-new purchase contract and a pen in his hands, his back almost touching the ground.

"Mr. Lin! The contract is here! Please take a look!"

Lin Ye took the pen and turned directly to the last page.

"Hurry up and finish signing, I need to take my parents out for dinner."

Just as the pen tip was about to fall.

Suddenly, an extremely dense and ear-piercing screech of brakes came from downstairs.

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground blended together, becoming particularly loud on the empty street.

Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows of the sales office, more than a dozen black full-size SUVs drove directly onto the plaza in front of the building.

The car doors opened in unison.

Dozens of martial arts practitioners dressed in matching black training uniforms jumped off the vehicle.

They carried machetes, steel short clubs, and even specially made armor-piercing bayonets.

They stormed into the sales hall, their menacing aura palpable.

The synchronized footsteps made the entire glass curtain wall on the first floor vibrate.

The wealthy men who were originally looking at the house screamed in fright and ran away with their heads in their hands.

The crowd parted to both sides, making way for a wide passage.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black Tang suit, with an extremely burly build, strode in.

Yang Dejian, head of the ancient martial arts Yang family in Jiangnan Province.

His face was ashen, and his entire body emanated an extremely violent energy.

With each step he took forward, the hard marble floor beneath his feet sank an inch, and fine cracks spread wildly outwards from his cloth shoes.

The terrifying pressure from the late-stage Transformation Realm cultivator didn't even need to be deliberately released; it already made the air in the hall extremely stuffy.

The female sales staff at the front desk were so overwhelmed by this aura that they couldn't breathe and fainted.

As Yang Dejian entered the model room, he immediately saw Yang Hao and Yang Yuanqing lying in a pool of blood.

One had all four limbs crippled, and the other had his dantian destroyed.

"Hao'er! Elder Yuanqing!"

Yang Dejian's eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his neck were bulging, and his hands were clenched into fists.

He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Ye sitting on the sofa.

"Did you do this?"

Yang Dejian's voice, infused with internal energy, caused the remaining crystal chandelier tubes on the ceiling to crackle.

Lin Ye didn't even look up.

He was looking down, carefully checking the shared area clause in the contract.

"Fifteen percent for shared areas," Lin Ye muttered to himself, nodding. "That's reasonable."

He quickly signed his name in the "Party B" section.

Then he bent down and blew on the ink on the paper.

I capped the pen and pushed the contract to the sales manager next to me.

"The signature is complete." Lin Ye leaned back on the sofa. "Now, this house is my private property."

Seeing that Lin Ye completely ignored him, Yang Dejian was so angry that he laughed instead.

In Jiangnan Province, if Yang Dejian stomped his foot, the entire underground forces in the provincial capital would tremble.

Even the bigwigs in the province have to respectfully address him as Master Yang.

Today I was completely ignored by a mere kid!

"I'm asking you a question!" Yang Dejian roared, taking a sudden step forward.

boom!

He stomped on a marble tile and smashed it to pieces, sending shards flying everywhere.

One of the pebbles grazed the edge of Lin Ye's newly bought leather sofa, leaving a white mark on it.

Lin Ye's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Dejian with extreme irritation.

"Are you deaf?" Lin Ye pointed to the white stain on the sofa. "Didn't you hear me say that this house is mine now? You trampled my floor and ruined my sofa, how much are you going to pay for it?"

Yang Dejian was stunned.

He led dozens of elite disciples to surround the place completely, unleashing the full aura of a late-stage Transformation Realm expert.

This kid is not only not afraid, but he's also worried about his broken sofa?

This is an extreme insult!

"Fine! Very well!" Yang Dejian was furious, his facial muscles twitching wildly. "Today I'm not only going to smash up your house, I'm going to chop your whole family into mincemeat and feed it to the dogs!"

Yang Dejian suddenly waved his hand.

"Charge! Hack them all! The Yang family will take responsibility if anything happens!"

Hundreds of martial artists raised their weapons and roared as they charged toward Lin Ye.

The cramped showroom was instantly filled with a murderous aura.

Xia Wanqiu quickly drew his sidearm and held it with both hands, standing in front of Chen Hui and Lin Wanquan.

Lin Ye sighed.

"Buying a house is so difficult."

He slowly stood up and reached for the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag that had been placed at his feet with his left hand.

Since these people aren't going to pay compensation, we'll have to resort to physical exorcism.

Lin Ye reached into the bag and grasped the barrel of the Gatling gun with unlimited firepower.

I'm going to show these ancient martial arts practitioners what the metal storm of modern industry is all about.

Just then.

Suddenly, a deafening roar of propellers filled the air above the sales office.

A tremendous amount of wind pressure rushed in from outside the broken French windows, blowing the few martial artists at the front off to the side.

Followed by.

Hundreds of extremely bright red laser beams pierced directly through the glass curtain wall.

The dense array of infrared aiming points landed precisely on the foreheads of everyone in the hall.