Exchange Group Blocks School Gate

The next morning.

The presidential suite on the top floor of the InterContinental Hotel in the provincial capital.

Lin Wanquan, wearing a loose bathrobe, was eating a plate piled high with barbecue from a buffet, his mouth greasy with oil.

Chen Hui was lying on the imported massage chair in the living room, worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, enjoying it with her eyes closed.

Lin Ye changed into a clean set of casual clothes and walked into the living room.

"Dad, Mom," Lin Ye placed a room key on the table, "You two can stay at this hotel for a couple more days. I've already had Lao Zhao arrange for someone to do a thorough cleaning of that new apartment in Yujing Bay. All the furniture and appliances have been replaced with new ones. You can move in after the formaldehyde dissipates a bit."

Chen Hui opened her eyes and quickly sat up.

"Son, you're leaving already? It's the weekend, why don't you stay in the provincial capital for a couple more days?"

"There's an urgent matter at school; I need to go back and sign something for an extracurricular activity," Lin Ye casually made up an excuse.

"Alright, studying is the most important thing." Lin Wanquan swallowed the meat in his mouth. "You'd better hurry up and go, don't delay important matters. Where's Wanqiu?"

"She's waiting for me in the garage downstairs."

Lin Ye waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the suite.

underground garage.

The Knight XVI off-road vehicle, weighing seven tons and covered in composite ceramic armor, was emitting an extremely low idling roar.

Xia Wanqiu was already sitting in the passenger seat.

She changed out of her usual business attire and into an extremely fitted black tactical uniform, with a specially made sidearm hanging at her waist.

She exudes an extremely capable and dashing aura.

Lin Ye opened the driver's side door and got in.

Hold the leather steering wheel with one hand and floor the accelerator.

The black, armored behemoth roared as it charged out of the underground parking garage and drove directly onto the highway leading to Jiangcheng.

The car's air conditioning was turned up very high.

Xia Wanqiu was holding a tablet computer and looking through the top-secret documents sent by Zhao Jianguo.

The screen displays detailed information about the members of this Western exchange group.

The more Xia Wanqiu looked, the uglier her expression became.

"Lin Ye, this opponent is no simple matter." Xia Wanqiu scrolled through the screen, her voice filled with undisguised worry.

"There were five of them in total. The one who broke the legs of those eight ancient martial arts geniuses in the gym last night was just the weakest of them; he was a beast-like ability user who had awakened a berserk power."

Xia Wanqiu handed the tablet to Lin Ye.

On the screen is a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in an extremely gorgeous European medieval noblewoman's dress, holding a silver short staff in her hand.

"This is their team leader, her name is Olivia."

Xia Wanqiu took a deep breath.

"According to the information, she possesses pure European royal blood. She just turned nineteen this year and is already an S-class awakened superpower user. In the entire Western supernatural world, she is known as an absolute genius who appears only once in a century."

"Her superpower is terrifying; it is an extremely rare dual manipulation of space and gravity. It is said that she once tested her ability in an abandoned town, and with a wave of her hand, she directly used gravity to crush a ten-story building into a biscuit only half a meter high."

Xia Wanqiu turned to look at Lin Ye, her eyes filled with worry.

"This level of superpower is simply beyond human capability to counter. Are you really confident?"

Lin Ye held the steering wheel with one hand, not even lifting his eyelids.

He looked at the straight highway ahead and slammed his right foot on the accelerator pedal.

The V12 heavy-duty engine roared deafeningly.

"A once-in-a-century genius?"

Lin Ye sighed in extreme frustration.

"Perfect." Lin Ye pressed the switch on the car stereo and played a heavy metal rock song.

"The barrel of my Gatling gun is almost rusted."

Lin Ye's foot on the accelerator showed no sign of letting go.

"Using the bones of these geniuses to polish gun barrels should be quite effective."

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Four hours later.

Armored vehicles drove into the university town section of the road.

Xia Wanqiu put away the tablet and turned to look at Lin Ye in the driver's seat.

"We're off the highway up ahead," Xia Wanqiu warned. "These people are up to no good, and they're using the guise of academic exchange, so they'll definitely be surrounded by reporters. Be careful what you do when you make your move, and don't cause an international diplomatic incident."

"I know exactly what I'm doing with a 300 million job." Lin Ye gripped the steering wheel with one hand. "We'll do what we're paid for. As long as they obediently let me earn their appearance fees, I promise I won't kill them."

Xia Wanqiu rubbed her temples and didn't say anything more.

Two streets away from the main gate of Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, the traffic on the road is completely blocked.

A long line of cars had formed in front of them, and horns were blaring everywhere.

Lin Ye glanced at the car's navigation system; the road conditions ahead were all red.

"What's going on at the school gate on a weekend?"

He jerked the steering wheel, and the seven-ton armored vehicle drove straight over the curb, onto the wide non-motorized vehicle lane, and continued along the green belt.

The main gate of Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences.

The once spacious six-lane, two-way school gate was now completely blocked.

The surrounding area was filled with reporters from various media outlets carrying long lenses and microphones, as well as countless internet celebrities and onlookers holding up their phones to live stream.

Right in the center of the school gate.

A luxury custom-made bus with a foreign affairs license plate was parked arbitrarily across the main road, completely blocking the entrance and exit of the school.

The car door was open, and several white bodyguards, nearly two meters tall and dressed in black suits, stood in front of the car.

They wore sunglasses, crossed their arms, and acted extremely arrogantly.

Several school security guards were sweating profusely and trying to negotiate with each other using walkie-talkies.

"Gentlemen, this is the fire lane and the main entrance. You cannot park your cars here." The security captain pointed to the yellow lines on the ground. "Please move your cars to the underground parking garage next door."

The lead white bodyguard sneered and stuck a hairy finger into the security captain's chest.

"Get out of the way." The white bodyguard said in extremely broken Chinese, "We are a distinguished exchange group. This car is parked right here, and no one is allowed to approach. Anyone who dares to touch it will have their legs broken."

The security captain was poked so hard he stumbled back several steps and almost fell.

The area was crowded with students rushing in and out of the school gate.

On a weekend, many people rushing out to do part-time jobs or go home got stuck here.

In the crowd, a chubby little man carrying two cups of soy milk and a bag of hot buns was struggling to push his way forward.

Fatty Wang.

Lin Ye's roommate after being assigned to the freshman dormitory.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Fatty Wang was sweating profusely. "I'm rushing to the city for my tutoring job, I'm going to be late!"

He finally managed to squeeze to the front, and when he saw the bus blocking the middle of the road, he immediately became furious.

"How did you park that car?" Fatty Wang pointed at the white bodyguard. "Don't you know the traffic rules? Do you own this road? Move it right now!"

The white bodyguard looked down at Fatty Wang, who only reached his chest, his face full of contempt.

"Yellow-skinned pig." The bodyguard cursed in English, then raised his right hand and slapped Fatty Wang on the shoulder.

This bodyguard is a C-level strength ability user.

A seemingly casual push contains explosive power.

boom!

Wang Pangzi, weighing 200 pounds, was thrown backward more than two meters after his feet left the ground, crashing heavily onto the concrete ground.

The soy milk in my hand exploded and splattered all over the floor.

The hot bun rolled into the muddy water.

Fatty Wang's elbows and knees were all scraped and bleeding profusely. He was in so much pain that he grimaced and couldn't get up for a long time.

All the bus windows were rolled down.

Several blond, blue-eyed Western students peeked out.

They looked at Fatty Wang lying on the ground and burst into extremely jarring laughter.

A young foreign man dressed in designer clothes gave the middle finger to the person below.

"A bunch of lowly creatures!" the young man shouted in broken Chinese. "They can't even stand up straight, yet they dare to bark!"

"Are all Chinese people this useless? So disappointing!"

"With this kind of physique, you think you can communicate with us about supernatural abilities? You might as well go home and drink milk!"